THE BLUEBELL
IN love she fell,
My shy Bluebell,
With a strolling Bumblebee;
“I love you so,”
He whispered low,
“Sweet, give your heart to me!”
“I love but you,
And I’ll be true,
Oh, give me your heart, I pray?”
She bent her head,—
“I will,” she said;
When, lo, he flew away!
Margaret Deland.