The Passion Flower hath sprung up tall, Hath east and west its arms outspread; The heliotrope shoots up its head To clear the shadow of the wall: Down looks the Passion Flower, The heliotrope looks upward still. Hour by hour On the heavenward hill. The Passion Flower blooms red or white, A shadowed white, a cloudless red; Caressingly it droops its head. Its leaves, its tendrils, from the light: Because that lowlier flower Looks up, but mounts not half so high. Hour by hour Tending toward the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIERZIDE CHAIRS by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 4. CUM INVOCAREM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECHOES OF SPRING: 7 by MATHILDE BLIND THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: AUTUMN by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 16. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE TWELFTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION GOD'S BRANDED CHILD by HERMAN J. D. CARTER |