Night and Day

When the golden day is done,
  Through the closing portal,
Child and garden, Flower and sun,
  Vanish all things mortal.

As the blinding shadows fall
  As the rays diminish,
Under evening's cloak they all
  Roll away and vanish.

Garden darkened, daisy shut,
  Child in bed, they slumber--
Glow-worm in the hallway rut,
  Mice among the lumber.

In the darkness houses shine,
  Parents move the candles;
Till on all the night divine
  Turns the bedroom handles.

Till at last the day begins
  In the east a-breaking,
In the hedges and the whins
  Sleeping birds a-waking.

In the darkness shapes of things,
  Houses, trees and hedges,
Clearer grow; and sparrow's wings
  Beat on window ledges.

These shall wake the yawning maid;
  She the door shall open--
Finding dew on garden glade
  And the morning broken.

There my garden grows again
  Green and rosy painted,
As at eve behind the pane
  From my eyes it fainted.