Bluebells

Today the bluebells in the wood a purple carpet weave,

And here and there forget-me-nots a spot of azure leave.

The bracken fronds are all a-curl, and when the night is deep

A peal of fairy music soft the wooded glen will sweep.

So listen, little curly head, if you the tale would tell,

Of how you heard the fairy bells a-ringing in the dell.

A-ringing chimes and lullabies, all sweet and soft and low,

That sleepy little curly head to Blanket Fair may go.

Lullaby!