Cicely Mary Barker's Speedwell Fairy

Clear blue are the skies;
My petals are blue;
As beautiful, too,
As bluest of eyes.

The heavens are high:
By the field-path I grow
Where wayfarers go,
And "Good speed," say I;

"See, here is a prize
Of wonderful worth:
A weed of the earth,
As blue as the skies!"

(There are many kinds of Speedwell: this is the Germander.)

When you see it, think of me!