UNTO THE PERFECT DAY.
Reading edition
A morning-glory bud, entangled fast Amid the meshes of its winding stem, Strove vainly with the coils about it cast, Until the gardener came and loosened them. A suffering human life entangled lay Among the tightening coils of its own past; The Gardener came, the fetters fell away, The life unfolded to the sun at last.
