Mary Botham Howitt

(1799-1888 / England)

Quotations

The Broom Flower

Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom,
The ancient poet sung it,
And dear it is on summer days
To lie at rest among it.

I know the realms where people say
The flowers have not their fellow;
I know where they shine out like suns,
The crimson and the yellow.

[Hata Bildir]