Poems (David)/The Harebell
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THE HAREBELL.
YOU see us in your country walks,Perched on tall and slender stalks;From our tiny bells we fling,Music such as fairies sing!—And our little cups of blue,Are admired by not a few.We are children of the sun,Born when summer's course is run.Yes, we Harebells are the prideOf the sunny green bank side:The fairest of the autumn flowers,So full of beauty in the woodland bowers