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...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 38 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING PROLOGUE FOR MR. WOODS by ROBERT BURNS CHILD-PLAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A POEM FOR CHILDREN. ON CRUELTY TO THE IRRATIONAL CREATION by JANE CAVE THE OLD PATHWAY by NELLE J. COLBERT HOW DID YOU DIE by EDMUND VANCE COOKE HESPERUS by JAQUELINE NEWTON DELAMATER |