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...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |