When the golden day is done, <br />Through the closing portal, <br />Child and garden, Flower and sun, <br />Vanish all things mortal. <br /> <br />As the blinding shadows fall <br />As the rays diminish, <br />Under evening's cloak they all <br />Roll away and vanish. <br /> <br />Garden darkened, daisy shut, <br />Child in bed, they slumber-- <br />Glow-worm in the hallway rut, <br />Mice among the lumber. <br /> <br />In the darkness houses shine, <br />Parents move the candles; <br />Till on all the night divine <br />Turns the bedroom handles. <br /> <br />Till at last the day begins <br />In the east a-breaking, <br />In the hedges and the whins <br />Sleeping birds a-waking. <br /> <br />In the darkness shapes of things, <br />Houses, trees and hedges, <br />Clearer grow; and sparrow's wings <br />Beat on window ledges. <br /> <br />These shall wake the yawning maid; <br />She the door shall open-- <br />Finding dew on garden glade <br />And the morning broken. <br /> <br />There my garden grows again <br />Green and rosy painted, <br />As at eve behind the pane <br />From my eyes it fainted. <br /> <br />Just as it was shut away, <br />Toy-like, in the even, <br />Here I see it glow with day <br />Under glowing heaven. <br /> <br />Every path and every plot, <br />Every blush of roses, <br />Every blue forget-me-not <br />Where the dew reposes, <br /> <br />"Up!" they cry, "the day is come <br />On the smiling valleys: <br />We have beat the morning drum; <br />Playmate, join your allies!"<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-and-day/
