Blue Bell - The Language of Flowers

Blue Bell.
Consistency.

They bid me forget him! as if I could tear
From my heart the dear image so long cherish'd there;
Like a rose in the wilderness, blooming and free,
Like a rose in the desert that love is to me.

I brood o'er my thoughts in the stillness of night;
I cannot forget him- would not, if I might!
'Tis the star that illumines my desolate way,
And gives it the glory and brightness of day.

C.A. Fillebrown.