Thorns that prick and boughs that bear,
I stood suddenly astonished—I was gladdened unaware!
From the place I stood in, floated
Back the covert dim and close;
And the open ground was suited
Carpet-smooth with grass and moss,
And the blue-bell’s purple presence signed it worthily across.
’Twas a bower for garden fitter,
Than for any woodland wide!
Though a fresh and dewy glitter