BACK- YARD GARDENS AND 

 WINDOW-BOXES 



Wondrous interlacement ! 



Holding fast to threads by green and silky rings, 

 With the dawn it spreads its white and purple 



wings ; 

 Generous in its bloom, and sheltering while it 



clings, 

 Sturdy morning-glory. 



HELEN HUNT: Morning- Glory. 



Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; 

 With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, 

 And taper fingers catching at all things, 

 To bind them all about with tiny rings. 



KEATS: I Stood Tiptoe upon a Little Hill. 



