The last of the bluebells

No blue skies in West Wales today as the rain came down but the woodland floor in Coed Ty Canol still glowed with a purple haze.

Both Emily and Anne Bronte wrote poems on the subject of bluebells. They agreed that the flowers possess a powerful emotional charge.


Emily:

The blue bell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air;
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit's care....

It is the slight and stately stem,
The blossom's silvery blue,
The buds hid like a sapphire gem
In sheaths of emerald hue.

'Tis these that breathe upon my heart
A calm and softening spell
That if it makes the tear-drop start
Has power to soothe as well.

Anne:

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.