Here you saw the sweet azure of bluebells,

and recognized in pearl-white blossoms,

It is the slight and stately stem e

In every wild bluebell a

The buds hid like a sapphire gem e

That words could never tell a

spangling the grass,

a humble type of some star-lit spot in space. c

~ e ~ From the poem The Blue Bell by Emily Brontë (lines 29 & 31)

~ a ~ From the poem The Bluebell by Anne Brontë (lines 6 & 8)

~ c ~ From the novel Shirley by Charlotte Brontë (chapter 21)