The Night Garden
She comes at night in shadowplay
And bends to blooms along the way;
Gentian, Michaelmas and Rose
Strew her pathway,
Raise dark fingers to her light,
As does Alyssum, moonkissed, white.
A vesper sparrow softly sings
Its green-earth news of wildering things
That dwell in distant arbored rooms
Where Maidenmist and Plantain blooms
Then, just before Apollo wakes,
She spreads her mantle, and she makes
A bower of Dianthus sweeps
Where Proserpine, my lady, sleeps.