Only Morning-Glory That Flowered

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Title:     Only Morning-Glory That Flowered
Author: Hilda Conkling [More Titles by Conkling]

Under the vine I saw one morning-glory
A tight unfolding bud
Half out.
He looked hard down into my lettuce-bed.
He was thinking hard.
He said I want a friend!
I was standing there:
I said, Well, I am here! Don't you see me?
But he thought and thought.

The next day I found him happy,
Quite out,
Looking about the world.
The wind blew sweet airs,
Carried away his perfume in the sun;
And near by swung a new flower
Uncurling its hands . . .
He was not thoughtful
Any more!

[The end]
Hilda Conkling's poem: Only Morning-Glory That Flowered

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