bloeiende heide You talk of pale primroses,
Of frail and fragrant posies,
The cowslip and the cuckoo-flower
that scent the spring-time lea.

But give to me the heather,
The honey-scented heather,
The glowing gipsy heather--
That is the flower for me!

You love the garden alleys,
Smooth-shaven lawns and valleys,
The cornfield and the shady lane,
and fisher-sails at sea.

But give to me the moorland,
The noble purple moorland,
The free, far-stretching moorland--
That is the land for me!

~Flora Thompson~
(1876 –1947)heide

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