Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Harebell (Campanula Rotundifolia)
I love the fair lilies and roses so gay,
They are rich in their pride and their splendor;
But still more do I love to wander away
To the meadow so sweet,
Where down at my feet,
The harebell blooms modest and tender.
Dora Read Goodale—Queen Harebell.
With drooping bells of clearest blue
Thou didst attract my childish view,
Almost resembling
The azure butterflies that flew
Where on the heath thy blossoms grew
So lightly trembling.
Bishop Heber—The Harebell.
Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye
Thou bring’st the summer’s painted sky;
The May-thorn greening in the nook;
The minnows sporting in the brook;
The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers;
The song of birds amid the bowers;
The crystal of the azure seas;
The music of the southern breeze;
And, over all, the blessed sun,
Telling of halcyon days begun.
Moir—The Harebell.
High in the clefts of the rock ’mid the cedars
Hangeth the harebell the waterfall nich;
Blue are its petals, deep-blue tinged with purple,
Mystical tintings that mirror the sky.
L. D. Pychowska—Harebells.