What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.
Roen snorted. "You two have the strangest relationship in the Dells. " Archer smiled slightly. "She won't consent to make it a marriage. " "I can't imagine what's stopping her. I don't suppose you've considered being less munificent with your love?" "Would you marry me, Fire, if I slept in no one's bed but yours?" He knew the answer to that, but it didn't hurt to remind him. "No, and I should find my bed quite cramped.
The foxglove, with it's stately bells Of purple, shall adorn thy dells.