Poems (Jackson)/Morning-Glory

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MORNING-GLORY.
WONDROUS interlacement!Holding fast to threads by green and silky rings,With the dawn it spreads its white and purple wings;Generous in its bloom, and sheltering while it clings     Sturdy morning-glory.
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     Creeping through the casement,Slanting to the floor in dusty, shining beams,Dancing on the door in quick, fantastic gleams,Comes the new day's light, and pours in tideless streams,     Golden morning-glory.
     In the lowly basement,Rocking in the sun, the baby's cradle stands;Now the little one thrusts out his rosy hands;Soon his eyes will open; then in all the lands     No such morning-glory!

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