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;
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 tide-less streams,
Golden morning-glory.
In the lowly basement,
Rocking in the sun, the baby's cradle stands;
Now the little one thrusts out its rosy hands;
Soon his eyes will open; then in all the lands
No such morning-glory!