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...FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION THE ASSAULT HEROIC by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES SPRING, 1916 by ISAAC ROSENBERG ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND THE MERRIMAC by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 13. TO AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF HOUSE OF BRANDENBURGH by MARK AKENSIDE |