The bluebell wood

Heaven upon earth! for overhead,

Seen through the oak's young leaf, the sky

Looks pale; it lavishly hath shed

Its deepest blue, to glorify

This wood, and pave an azure way

Meet for the virgin foot of May,

Heaven upon earth... here recline

Her wood-nymphs, quaffing bluebell-breath,

Making her beauty more divine;

From their bright eyes she borroweth

Fresh radiance, and their lips rejoice

To lend more musk to her voice,

Heaven upon earth! for love is here;

The greenwood rings with mated birds;

The bluebell-laden atmosphere

Is rich with passion beyond words;

Arrayed in heaven the very sod

Cries to the heart that Love is God.