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. 
