Ode to the bluebells.

What little room you left thereof, my heart complete in uttered love
silence calls with lulling song's, and the symbol
of a dove,

....... 

Upon bright wings' the angel sings
Bringing home from bound this hopeful eye'

And consumes the very thoughts, of you,
whom- ventures to the sky'

........

Oh' how the clouds, with softened face - drop tears where lover's go

upon the flowers bluest features, the bluebells
Down below.