Poems (Linn)/The Morning Glory
THE MORNING GLORY.
O DAINTY flower! thy crystal cup
The timid humming-bird may sup,
And gain such fill of nectar sweet
The gods might envy him the treat!
The timid humming-bird may sup,
And gain such fill of nectar sweet
The 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.
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 blooms
Eclipse the thread of Eastern looms,
And borrow from the summer skies
The color of their azure eyes;
Grasping the morning's reddening tone,
Daring to claim it as their own.
Eclipse the thread of Eastern looms,
And borrow from the summer skies
The color of their azure eyes;
Grasping the morning's reddening tone,
Daring to claim it as their own.
O messenger of morning sent
To gladden earth when night is spent!
Before the radiance of thy face
Heart's winging hopes find resting-place.
To gladden earth when night is spent!
Before the radiance of thy face
Heart's winging hopes find resting-place.