Foxglove by Mary Webb
The foxglove bells, with lolling tongue,
Will not reveal what peals were rung
In Faery, in Faery,
A thousand ages gone.
All the golden clappers hang
As if but now the changes rang;
Only from the mottled throat
Never any echoes float.
Quite forgotten, in the wood,
Pale, crowded steeples rise;
All the time that they have stood
None has heard their melodies.
Deep, deep in wizardry
All the foxglove belfries stand.
Should they startle over the land,
None would know what bells they be.
Never any wind can ring them,
Nor the great black bees that swing them–
Every crimson bell, down-slanted,
Is so utterly enchanted.
Stunning! 🙂
So happy you enjoyed this Stephanie.
Pretty in pink.
A flower just for you. 😉
Fantastic image Emily! Looks like leopard spots or maybe even paw prints inside the flower! 🙂
Thank you Phil ! I had never thought of what those spots are, but you’re absolutely right ! Thank you so much for your kind comment.
Simply Breathtaking and a True Beauty of Nature:)
Truly a work of art by mother nature. Now watch it though, it is poisionous.
Lovely flowers I really like it.Thank you so much for picture. Happy Holiday!
You are a flower lover aren’t you? Are you able to garden where you are? When do you set out to sail?
Absolutely breathtaking flower! WOW!! Pretty in pink 🙂
Amazing what you can do with a tripod and no wind. 🙂 This was in the botanical gardens in Washington DC
I was at my weekly Writer’s Cafe’ with 3 other writers when I came across this post today and shared your poem with them. Cheers all around!
Thank you so much Sheri. The writer of the poem is from the turn of the century in England. I found it to be beautiful. Appreciate your comment. Bella
Wonderful captured… 🙂
Thank you so much Drake!
lovley combination!
Really, really love this….!
A perfect pink flower for you. 🙂