IN HELENA'S GARDEN 



BY RICHARD WATSON GILDER 



Through the garden sunset-window 



Shines the sky of rose ; 

 Deep the melting red, and deeper, 



Lovelier it grows. 



Musically falls the fountain; 



Twilight voices chime; 

 Visibly upon the cloudlands 



Tread the feet of Time. 



Evening winds from down the valley 



Stir the waters cool ; 

 Break the dark, empurpled shadows 



In the marble pool. 



Rich against the high-walled grayness 



The crimson lily glows, 

 And near, O near, one well-loved presence 



Dream-like comes and goes. 



