The rambling morning-glory curled
Her clasping tendrils through
Rubble and refuse, till the world
Was all Madonna-blue --
Was all blue cloud and cluster, born
Of weeds in ways remote;
Each blossom trumpet was a horn
That blew a fairy note.
A fantasy of leaf and flower,
So deftly, I descried,
All suddenly, the sober hour
With beauty deified.
And, seeing that flare of flower and spray
The barren earth adorning,
My heart forgot its winter day,
And blossomed with the morning.
And dreams, disjointed and askew,
Conformed to newer grace,
Where the morning-glory's myriads grew
About the commonplace.
Her rambling banners all unfurled,
Her armies marching through
Old desolations, till the world
Was all Madonna-blue.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 6 June 1931
Author reference sites: Austlit
See also.
Her clasping tendrils through
Rubble and refuse, till the world
Was all Madonna-blue --
Was all blue cloud and cluster, born
Of weeds in ways remote;
Each blossom trumpet was a horn
That blew a fairy note.
A fantasy of leaf and flower,
So deftly, I descried,
All suddenly, the sober hour
With beauty deified.
And, seeing that flare of flower and spray
The barren earth adorning,
My heart forgot its winter day,
And blossomed with the morning.
And dreams, disjointed and askew,
Conformed to newer grace,
Where the morning-glory's myriads grew
About the commonplace.
Her rambling banners all unfurled,
Her armies marching through
Old desolations, till the world
Was all Madonna-blue.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 6 June 1931
Author reference sites: Austlit
See also.
