DARK is the iris meadow, <br />Dark is the ivory tower, <br />And lightly the young moth's shadow <br />Sleeps on the passion-flower. <br /> <br />Gone are our day's red roses. <br />So lovely and lost and few, <br />But the first star uncloses <br />A silver bud in the blue. <br /> <br />Night, and a flame in the embers <br />Where the seal of the years was set,– <br />When the almond-bough remembers <br />How shall my heart forget ?<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serenade-16/
