The Wisteria hangs in clusters of
fragrant blooms,
White and wan in the silver moonlight,
Deepings to shades of lavender
When the morning sun strikes through the trees,
Climbing on and on until it flings its
joyous arms
About the highest stone of all that
lofty hall,
And runs down in rippling cascades
of delight,
Calling to the passer-by to behold and
rejoice.
Anonymous, Stylus, 1930.
(The poem refers to the old Normal school building, an set of stone buildings that stood about where Hartwell Hall is today. The image here is one that appears in several years of the early 1930s yearbooks.)
