Here you will find the Poem The Harebell of poet Muriel Stuart
You give me no portent of impermanence Though before sun goes you are long gone hence, Your bright, inherited crown Withered and fallen down. It seems that your blue immobility Has been for ever, and must for ever be. Man seems the unstable thing, Fevered and hurrying. So free of joy, so prodigal of tears, Yet he can hold his fevers seventy years, Out-wear sun, rain and frost, By which you are soon lost.
