MORNING GLORIES
Distant as a dream’s flight,Lay an eerie plain,Where the weary moonlightSwooned into a moan;Wailing after dead seedCame the ghost of rain.There was I, a wild weed,Growing all alone.Like a doubted story,Came the thought of day;God and all His gloryLingered otherwhere,Busy with the spring thrillMany dreams away.Could a little weed’s willFling so far a prayer?Lo, the sudden wonder!(Is a prayer so fleet?)From the desert under,Morning glories grew;Twined me, bound meWith caressing feet;Wove song ’round me—Pink, white, blue!As a fog is riftedBy the eager breeze,Darkness broke and lifted,Tossing like a sea!Lo, the dawn was floweringThrough the maple trees!Oh, and you were showeringKisses over me!Smart SetJohn G. Neihardt
Distant as a dream’s flight,Lay an eerie plain,Where the weary moonlightSwooned into a moan;Wailing after dead seedCame the ghost of rain.There was I, a wild weed,Growing all alone.Like a doubted story,Came the thought of day;God and all His gloryLingered otherwhere,Busy with the spring thrillMany dreams away.Could a little weed’s willFling so far a prayer?Lo, the sudden wonder!(Is a prayer so fleet?)From the desert under,Morning glories grew;Twined me, bound meWith caressing feet;Wove song ’round me—Pink, white, blue!As a fog is riftedBy the eager breeze,Darkness broke and lifted,Tossing like a sea!Lo, the dawn was floweringThrough the maple trees!Oh, and you were showeringKisses over me!Smart SetJohn G. Neihardt
Distant as a dream’s flight,Lay an eerie plain,Where the weary moonlightSwooned into a moan;Wailing after dead seedCame the ghost of rain.There was I, a wild weed,Growing all alone.
Distant as a dream’s flight,
Lay an eerie plain,
Where the weary moonlight
Swooned into a moan;
Wailing after dead seed
Came the ghost of rain.
There was I, a wild weed,
Growing all alone.
Like a doubted story,Came the thought of day;God and all His gloryLingered otherwhere,Busy with the spring thrillMany dreams away.Could a little weed’s willFling so far a prayer?
Like a doubted story,
Came the thought of day;
God and all His glory
Lingered otherwhere,
Busy with the spring thrill
Many dreams away.
Could a little weed’s will
Fling so far a prayer?
Lo, the sudden wonder!(Is a prayer so fleet?)From the desert under,Morning glories grew;Twined me, bound meWith caressing feet;Wove song ’round me—Pink, white, blue!
Lo, the sudden wonder!
(Is a prayer so fleet?)
From the desert under,
Morning glories grew;
Twined me, bound me
With caressing feet;
Wove song ’round me—
Pink, white, blue!
As a fog is riftedBy the eager breeze,Darkness broke and lifted,Tossing like a sea!Lo, the dawn was floweringThrough the maple trees!Oh, and you were showeringKisses over me!
As a fog is rifted
By the eager breeze,
Darkness broke and lifted,
Tossing like a sea!
Lo, the dawn was flowering
Through the maple trees!
Oh, and you were showering
Kisses over me!
Smart SetJohn G. Neihardt