| Poems by Women |
THE MORNING-GLORY
Florence Earle Coates [1850-1927]
Was it worth while to paint so fair
Thy every leaf -
to vein with faultless art
Each petal, taking the boon light and air
Of
summer so to heart?
To bring thy beauty unto perfect flower,
Then, like a passing fragrance or
a smile,
Vanish away, beyond recovery's power -
Was it, frail bloom, worth
while?
Thy silence answers: "Life was mine!
And I, who pass without regret or
grief,
Have cared the more to make my moment fine,
Because it was so
brief.
"In its first radiance I have seen
The sun! - why tarry then till comes
the night?
I go my way, content that I have been
Part of the morning
light!"
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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