Still the soul and spirit of sense that lives and cheers:
Dawn and noon and sunset are one before thy face.

City lulled asleep by the chime of passing years,
Sweeter smiles thy rest than the radiance round thy peers;
Only love and lovely remembrance here have place.
Time on thee lies lighter than music on men's ears;
Dawn and noon and sunset are one before thy face.




IN A GARDEN


Baby, see the flowers!
--Baby sees
Fairer things than these,
Fairer though they be than dreams of ours.

Baby, hear the birds!
--Baby knows
Better songs than those,
Sweeter though they sound than sweetest words.

Baby, see the moon!
--Baby's eyes
Laugh to watch it rise,
Answering light with love and night with noon.