Brontës and Bluebells…

“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.”

 “…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.”

“…But when I looked upon the bank

My wandering glances fell

Upon a little trembling flower,

A single sweet bluebell.

Whence came that rising in my throat

That dimness in my eye?

Why did those burning drops distill –

Those bitter feelings rise?”

“…If chilly when the light should fall

Adown the dreary sky

And gild the dank and darkened wall

With transient brilliancy.

How do I yearn, how do I pine

For the time of flowers to come

And turn me from that fading shine

To mourn the fields of home.”

Bluebells 10C


Verses 1, 2, 5 and 6 are stanzas 1, 2, 7 and 8 respectively from Anne Brontë’s The Bluebell 

Brontë, E. (Ed. Gezari, J.), The Complete Poems; Penguin Books (1992)


Verses 3, 4, 7 and 8 are stanzas 8, 9, 11 and 12 respectively from Emily Brontë’s The Blue Bell

Brontë, A. (Ed. Shorter, C.), The Complete Poems of Anne Brontë; Publishing (2012)

…& Kate Bush.