THE sunshine of your presence lies <br />On the glad garden of my heart <br />And bids the leaves of silence part <br />To show the flowers to your dear eyes, <br />And flower on flower blooms there and dies <br />And still new buds awakened spring, <br />For sunshine makes the garden wise, <br />To know the time for blossoming. <br /> <br />Night is no time for blossoming, <br />Your garden then dreams otherwise, <br />Of vanished Summer, vanished Spring, <br />And how the dearest flower first dies. <br />Yet from your ministering eyes <br />Though night hath drawn me far apart <br />On the still garden of my heart <br />The moonlight of your memory lies.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-v-3/
