156 THE GARDEN OF EARTH 



" Evening rose from a bed of pain, 

 And out of the west day dawned again; 

 With outstretched fingers of falling light 

 She touched the tree-tops and made them bright ; 

 And under the leaves, a-spark with dew, 

 The cry of the blackbird sparkled too ; 

 And every hillock and glade and tree 

 Was filled with the makings of melody, 

 As the dying light streamed miles along 

 Through murmur of water and leaf and song." l 



" And murmuring of innumerable bees." 2 



1 From The Heart of Peace and Other Poems, by Laurence 

 Housman, published by William Heinemann. By permission. 



2 Tennyson. 



