cowbind

And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cowbind and the moonlight-colored may, And cherry-blossoms, and white cups whose wine Was the bright dew yet drained not by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine, With its dark buds and leaves wandering astray; And flowers, azure, black, and streaked with gold, Fairer than any wakened eyes behold.

And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine,   Green cowbind and the moonlight-colour'd May, And cherry-blossoms, and white cups whose wine   Was the bright dew yet drain'd not by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine,   With its dark buds and leaves wandering astray; And flowers, azure, black, and streak'd with gold, Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold.