REMEMBERED in the evening, After a long happy day, All my moods of work and play Fold together like a book, Collect, compose as, at a look, A picture shows you miles of land, Mountain or camel-travelled sand, Or as a crowd which may require, For all its homes, full half a shire. Remembered in the evening, After a long happy day, All my moods of work or play Gleam like pool at some sea-side Left by a far-ebbing tide.. World you could cover with a gown, Weed-forests, a pebble town And shell palace, where tiny, proud, Invisible royalties, From pearl-fretted balconies, Gaze at my face, as it were a pink cloud. |