The Morning Glory
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!” – Florence Earle Coates
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