When the golden day is done, br Through the closing portal, br Child and garden, Flower and sun, br Vanish all things mortal. br br As the blinding shadows fall br As the rays diminish, br Under evening's cloak they all br Roll away and vanish. br br Garden darkened, daisy shut, br Child in bed, they slumber-- br Glow-worm in the hallway rut, br Mice among the lumber. br br In the darkness houses shine, br Parents move the candles; br Till on all the night divine br Turns the bedroom handles. br br Till at last the day begins br In the east a-breaking, br In the hedges and the whins br Sleeping birds a-waking. br br In the darkness shapes of things, br Houses, trees and hedges, br Clearer grow; and sparrow's wings br Beat on window ledges. br br These shall wake the yawning maid; br She the door shall open-- br Finding dew on garden glade br And the morning broken. br br There my garden grows again br Green and rosy painted, br As at eve behind the pane br From my eyes it fainted. br br Just as it was shut away, br Toy-like, in the even, br Here I see it glow with day br Under glowing heaven.