And other poets have spoken of the Broom in the same way—thus Collins—
"When Dan Sol to slope his wheels began
Amid the Broom he basked him on the ground."
Castle of Indolence, canto i.
And a Russian poet speaks of the Broom as a tree—
"See there upon the Broom tree's bough
The young grey eagle flapping now."
Flora Domestica, p. 68.
As a garden plant it is perhaps seen to best advantage when mixed with other shrubs, as when grown quite by itself it often has an untidy look. There is a pure white variety which is very beautiful, but it is very liable to flower so abundantly as to flower itself to death. There are a few other sorts, but none more beautiful than the British.