Poems (Scudder)/The "Morning-glory" Geyser
THE "MORNING-GLORY" GEYSER
Oh, monstrous flower huge and delicate As pure of color, exquisite of line As are the brittle stars of meadow-vine Or satin-sapphire gentians blooming late Among the meadow-grasses and the great Soft, downy globes of wind-wooed dandelion Where fairy knights sit at their clover wineUntil the afternoon's long heat abate.Do giant butterflies with wings rich-hued As sunset clouds, hang over thee in haste Thy thickly bubbling honey all to sip?Their great, vague beauty unguessed by our rude And blundering vision? Flower of the waste, What secret hovers on thy upcurled lip?