200 THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN 



Garden darkened, daisy shut, 

 Child in bed, they slumber 



Glow-worm in the highway rut, 

 Mice among the lumber. 



In the darkness houses shine, 

 Parents move with 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 sparrows' 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. 



Just as it was shut away, 



Toy-like, in the even, 

 Here I see it glow with day 



Under glowing heaven. 



