. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life . Oh ! the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it;And sweet it is on summer days To lie at rest among it. 4 I know the realms where people sayThe flowers have not their fellow; 1 know where they shine out like suns,The crimson and the yellow. 1 1(58 THE BROOM-FLOWER. I know where ladies live enchained. , In luxurys silken fettei-s, ^ And flowers, as bright as glittering gems, Are used for written letters. •!► But neer was flower so fair as thisIn modern days or olden; It groweth on its nodding stemLike to a garland golden. And a
. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life . Oh ! the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it;And sweet it is on summer days To lie at rest among it. 4 I know the realms where people sayThe flowers have not their fellow; 1 know where they shine out like suns,The crimson and the yellow. 1 1(58 THE BROOM-FLOWER. I know where ladies live enchained. , In luxurys silken fettei-s, ^ And flowers, as bright as glittering gems, Are used for written letters. •!► But neer was flower so fair as thisIn modern days or olden; It groweth on its nodding stemLike to a garland golden. And all about my mothers doorShine out its glittering bushes. And down the glen, where clear as lightThe mountain-water gushes. Take all the rest, but leave me the bird that nestles in it;— I love it, for it loves the Broom,—The green and yellow linnet. Well, call the rose the queen of flowers,And boast of that of Sharon ; Of lilies like to marble cups,And the golden rod of Aaron; THE BROOM-FLOWER. I care not how these flowers may beBeloved
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