Roses red and white, <br />Every rose is hanging her head, <br />Silently comes the lady Night, <br />Only the flowers can hear her tread. <br /> <br />All day long the birds have been calling, <br />Calling shrill and sweet, <br />They are still when she comes with her long robe falling <br />Falling down to her feet. <br /> <br />The thrush has sung to his mate, <br />' She is coming ! hush ! she is coming ! ' <br />She is lifting the latch at the gate, <br />And the bees have ceased from their humming. <br /> <br />I cannot see her face as she passes <br />Through my garden of white and red ; <br />But I know she has walked where the daisies and grasses <br />Are curtseying after her tread. <br /> <br />She has passed me by with a rustle and sweep <br />Of her robe (as she passed I heard it sweeping), <br />And all my red roses have fallen asleep, <br />And all my white roses are sleeping.<br /><br />Lord Alfred Douglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-coming-into-a-garden/
