Poems (Linn)/The Morning Glory
THE MORNING GLORY.
O DAINTY flower! thy crystal cupThe timid humming-bird may sup,And gain such fill of nectar sweetThe gods might envy him the treat!
O messenger of morning fair!Thy moist, cool cups of color rare,Seem fairy bells to ring for glee,Glad tidings over land and sea,That morn has dawned, that night has fled,And light and gladness come instead.
Fair clinging vines! your wondrous bloomsEclipse the thread of Eastern looms,And borrow from the summer skiesThe color of their azure eyes;Grasping the morning's reddening tone,Daring to claim it as their own.
O messenger of morning sentTo gladden earth when night is spent!Before the radiance of thy faceHeart's winging hopes find resting-place.