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 "id": "maria-lowell/the-morning-glory",
 "title": "The Morning-Glory",
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 "poet": "Maria Lowell",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "The Poems of Maria Lowell",
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  "year": 1907,
  "venue": "The Poems of Maria Lowell (1907)",
  "note": "First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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   {
    "text": "We wreathed about our darling’s head the morning-glory bright;",
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   {
    "text": "Her little face looked out beneath, so full of life and light,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "So lit as with a sunrise, that we could only say",
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   },
   {
    "text": "She is the morning-glory bright, and her poor types are they.",
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   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "So always from that happy time we called her by that name,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And very fitting did it seem, for sure as morning came,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Behind her cradle-bars she’d smile to catch the first faint ray,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "As from the trellis smiles the flower, and opens to the day.",
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   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "But not so beautiful they rear their airy cups of blue,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "As turned her sweet eyes to the light, brimmed with sleep’s tender dew;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And not so close their tendrils fine round their supports are thrown,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "As those dear arms, whose outstretched plea called all hearts to her own.",
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   {
    "text": "We used to think how she had come, even as comes the flower,",
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   {
    "text": "The last and perfect added gift, to crown Love’s morning hour;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And how in her was imaged forth the love we could not say,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "As on the little dew-drops round shines back the heart of day.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "We never could have thought, O God! that she would wither up",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Almost before the day was done, like the morning-glory’s cup;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "We never could have thought that she would bow her noble head,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Till she lay stretched before our sight, withered, and cold, and dead.",
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  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "The morning-glory’s blossoming will soon be coming round,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "We see their rows of heart-shaped leaves upspringing from the ground,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The tender things the winter killed, renew again their birth,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But the glory of our morning has passed away from earth.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "In vain, O Earth! our aching eyes stretch over thy green plain,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Too harsh thy dews, too cold thine air, her spirit to detain;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But in the groves of Paradise, full surely we shall see",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Our morning-glory beautiful twine round our dear Lord’s knee.",
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