Page:Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë, 1846).djvu/94

84 Above, a sky of purest blue,

Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue,

Allured the gazer's eye.

But what were all these charms to me,

When one sweet breath of memory

Came gently wafting by?

I closed my eyes against the day,

And called my willing soul away,

From earth, and air, and sky;

That I might simply fancy there

One little flower—a primrose fair,

Just opening into sight;

As in the days of infancy,

An opening primrose seemed to me

A source of strange delight.

Sweet Memory! ever smile on me;

Nature's chief beauties spring from thee;

Oh, still thy tribute bring!

Still make the golden crocus shine

Among the flowers the most divine,

The glory of the spring.

Still in the wall-flower's fragrance dwell;

And hover round the slight blue bell,

My childhood's darling flower.