Ocean mists of ancient woods
Beneath the coppice canopy
In blue haze of splendour Spring awakes
And heralds in the bluebell sea.
With tubular bells on graceful arch
Concealing arms within each head
Bewitching sights, majestic mass
The watery carpet outward spreads.
Perennial display in magnificent form
Adorning ground and mind
From bulbs with charm will effloresce
Where once old books did bind.
The Bluebell Wood of scent so pure
Drifts gently through the air
Resplendent gown of weald’s blue pride
In English quintessence fine and fair.
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