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/ I. On a sheet of silver the morning-star lay / Fresh, white as a baby child, / And laughed and leaped in his lissome way, / On my parterre of flowers smiled. / For a morning-glory's spiral bud / Of shell-coned tallness slim / Stood ready to burst her delicate hood / And bloom on the dawning dim: / A princess royal in purple born / To beauty and pride in the balmy morn.
/ II. And she shook her locks at the morning-star / And her raiment scattered wide; / Low laughed at a hollyhock's scimetar, / Its jewels of buds to deride. / The pomegranate near, with fingers of flame, / The hot-faced geraniums nigh, / Their proud heads bowed to the queenly dame / For they knew her state was high: / The fuchsia like a bead of blood / Bashfully blushed in her silvery hood.