The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/The Morning-Glory

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THE MORNING GLORY

Was it worth while to paint so fair
 Thy every leaf—to vein with faultless art
Each petal, taking the boon light and air
 Of summer so to heart?


To bring thy beauty unto perfect flower,
 Then, like a passing fragrance or a smile,
Vanish away, beyond recovery's power—
 Was it, frail bloom, worth while?


Thy silence answers: "Life was mine!
 And I, who pass without regret or grief,
Have cared the more to make my moment fine,
 Because it was so brief.


"In its first radiance I have seen
 The sun!—why tarry then till comes the night?
I go my way, content that I have been
 Part of the morning light!"