HYACINTHUS
bluebell
A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
... With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.
Anne Brontë
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
... With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.
Anne Brontë
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