The Morning-Glories

They swing from the garden-trellis In Ariel-airy ease; And their aromatic honey Is sought by the earliest bees.

The rose, it knows their secret, And the jessamine also knows: And the rose told me the secret, That the jessamine told the rose.

And the jessamine said: At midnight, Ere the red cock woke and crew, The Fays of Queen Titania Came here to bathe i' the dew.

And the yellow moonlight glistened On braids of elfin hair: And fairy feet on the flowers Fell lighter than any air.

And their petticoats, gay as bubbles, They hung up, every one, On the morning-glory's tendrils, Till their moonlight bath were done.

But the barn-cock crew too early, And the Fairies fled in fear, Leaving their petticoats, one and all, Like blossoms hanging here.