Morning-glory

Morning-glory it would not have it climbing about its branches, because it would spoil its leaves.

Sandman's Goodnight Stories Abbie Phillips Walker

So the little Morning-glory had to promise to stay on the trunk of the tree and never grow any higher, but it sighed for its mother vine, and, because it could not climb, never grew any big blossoms, but tiny little flowers which sighed because they could not stretch out their vines and grow.

Sandman's Goodnight Stories Abbie Phillips Walker

Morning-glory and other vines had been planted around the building, and before the close of the fair had covered the walls and added much to the beauty of the structure.

Final Report of the Louisiana Purchase Exposition Commission Louisiana Purchase Exposition Commission

But by and by the wind grew tired of carrying the little Glory, so it dropped it, and when the Morning-glory looked around it found it was in the midst of big tall trees and rocks and briers.

Sandman's Goodnight Stories Abbie Phillips Walker

So the poor little Morning-glory dropped back to the ground.

Sandman's Goodnight Stories Abbie Phillips Walker

But the silly little Morning-glory still wanted to leave the big vine, and the next time the breeze came along it pushed up its head and the breeze took it off the big vine and bore it along with it far, far away.

Sandman's Goodnight Stories Abbie Phillips Walker

Morning-glory seeds were planted along the end of the fence by the outbuilding and all around it.

The Library of Work and Play: Gardening and Farming. Ellen Eddy Shaw

Once upon a time there was a very little Morning-glory that grew on the end of a high vine, and one day when the wind was blowing a brisk breeze passed by the little Morning-glory, making it wish it, too, could go along and see more of the world.

Sandman's Goodnight Stories Abbie Phillips Walker

The poor little Morning-glory was so lonely and sad it was ready to promise anything to get off the ground.

Sandman's Goodnight Stories Abbie Phillips Walker

And for all my gay flare at that time I am now like a shut Morning-glory, awaiting the sunshine.

Awoi No Uye 1916