THE BLUEBELLS OF WERNOLEU: a Welsh Legend
by Kenneth Morris
OUT of the bluebell bloom of the night
When the east's agloom and the west's agleam.
Over the wern at Alder-Light
And the dark stile and the stream,
There's dew comes dropping of dream-delight
To the deeps where the bluebells dream.
It's then there's brooding on wizard stories
All too secret for speech or song,