THE sunshine of your presence lies On the glad garden of my heart And bids the leaves of silence part To show the flowers to your dear eyes, And flower on flower blooms there and dies And still new buds awakened spring, For sunshine makes the garden wise, To know the time for blossoming. Night is no time for blossoming, Your garden then dreams otherwise, Of vanished Summer, vanished Spring, And how the dearest flower first dies. Yet from your ministering eyes Though night hath drawn me far apart On the still garden of my heart The moonlight of your memory lies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL CENTRAL PARK AT DUSK by SARA TEASDALE INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE |