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On a sheet of silver the morning star lay	B
Fresh white as a baby child	C
And laughed and leaped in his lissome way	B
On my parterre of flowers smiled	C
For a morning glory's spiral bud	D
Of shell coned tallness slim	E
Stood ready to burst her delicate hood	F
And bloom on the dawning dim	E
A princess royal in purple born	G
To beauty and pride in the balmy morn	G
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II	A
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And she shook her locks at the morning star	H
And her raiment scattered wide	I
Low laughed at a hollyhock's scimetar	H
Its jewels of buds to deride	I
The pomegranate near with fingers of flame	J
The hot faced geraniums nigh	A
Their proud heads bowed to the queenly dame	J
For they knew her state was high	A
The fuchsia like a bead of blood	D
Bashfully blushed in her silvery hood	F
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III	A
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All wit that this child of the morning light	K
Was queen of the morn and them	L
That the orient star in his beams of white	K
Was her prince in a diadem	L
For lavish he showered those pearls that flash	M
And cluster the front of her smock	N
From his lordly fingers of rays did dash	M
Down zephyrs her crib to rock	N
But a jessamine pale 'neath the arbor grew	H
Meek selfless and sweet and a virgin true	H
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IV	A
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But the morning glory disdained her birth	O
Of her chastity made a scorn	G
I marvel she said if thy mother earth	O
Was not sick when thou wast born	G
Thou art pale as an infant an hour dead	P
Wan thing dost weary our eye	A
And she weakly laughed and stiffened her head	P
And turned to her love i' the sky	A
But the jessamine turned to the rose beside	I
With a heavy glance and but sadly sighed	I
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V	A
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And the orient grew to a wealth of bars	Q
'Neath which foam fires churned	R
And the princess proud saw her lord of stars	Q
In a torrid furnace burned	R
And the giant of life with his breath of flame	J
Glared down with one red eye	A
And 'neath his breath this gorgeous dame	J
In her diamonds did wilt and die	A
But the jessamine fragrant waxed purer with light	K
For my lady's bosom I culled it that night	K

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