When colour goes home into the eyes, br And lights that shine are shut again br With dancing girls and sweet birds' cries br Behind the gateways of the brain; br And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close br The rainbow and the rose: -- br br Still may Time hold some golden space br Where I'll unpack that scented store br Of song and flower and sky and face, br And count, and touch, and turn them o'er, br Musing upon them; as a mother, who br Has watched her children all the rich day through br Sits, quiet-handed, in the fading light, br When children sleep, ere night.