Author Edgar Alfred Bowring A FAIR bell-flower Sprang up from the ground; And early its fragrance It shed all around; A bee came thither And sipp'd from its bell; ā That they for each other Were made, we see well. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments