The Night Garden

She comes at night in shadowplay

And bends to blooms along the way;

Gentian, Michaelmas and Rose

Strew her pathway,

Indigoes

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.