Picked Fence Morning Glory   Leave a comment

Picked Fence Morning Glory, Mt. Pleasent, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne

We wreathed about our darling’s head
  The morning-glory bright;
Her little face looked out beneath
  So full of life and light,
So lit as with a sunrise,
  That we could only say,
“She is the morning-glory true,
  And her poor types are they.”

So always from that happy time
  We called her by their name,
And very fitting did it seem,–
  For sure as morning came,
Behind her cradle bars she smiled
  To catch the first faint ray,
As from the trellis smiles the flower
  And opens to the day.

— from The Morning-Glory by Maria White Lowell

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