| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1118. To the Moonflower |
| | | By Craven Langstroth Betts |
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| PALE, climbing disk, who dost lone vigil keep | |
| When all the flower-heads droop in drowsy swoon; | |
| When lily bells fold to the zephyr’s tune, | |
| And wearied bees are lapped in sugared sleep; | |
| What secret hope is thine? What purpose deep? | 5 |
| Art thou enamored of the siren moon | |
| That thus thy white face from the god of noon | |
| Thou coverest, while his chariot rounds the steep? | |
| Poor, frail Endymion! know her lustre’s line | |
| Is but the cold, reflected majesty | 10 |
| That clothes the great sun’s regent-borrowed shine | |
| Of him who yields restricted ministry, | |
| Thy bright creator; he did ne’er design | |
| The proud, false queen should fealty take of thee! | |
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