The choicest buds in Flora's train Let other fingers twine; Let others snatch the damask rose, Or wreathe the eglantine. I'd leave the sunshine and parterre, And seek the woodland glade, To stretch me on the fragrant bed Of blue-bells in the shade. Let others cull the daffodil, The lily, soft and fair, And deem the tulip's gaudy cup Most beautiful and rare; But give to me, oh, give to me The coronal that's made Of golden wheat-ears, mingled with The blue-bells from the shade. The sunflower and the peony The poppy, bright and gay, Have no alluring charms for me; I'd fling them all away. Exotic bloom may fill the vase, Or grace the high-born maid; But sweeter far, to me, than all, Are blue-bells in the shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN CHRIST by THERESE (KARPER) LINDSEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 14 by ALFRED TENNYSON A HIGHLAND VILLAGE by MATHILDE BLIND RENUNCIATION by MATHILDE BLIND MAIDS AND MUSHROOMS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN SONNET ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RIDDELL, ESQ. by ROBERT BURNS |