Day and Night

Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng;And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise,High-throned you sit, and gracious. All day longGreat Hopes gold-armoured, jester Fantasies,And pilgrim Dreams, and little beggar Sighs,Bow to your benediction, go their way.And the grave jewelled courtier MemoriesWorship and love and tend you, all the day.

But when I sleep, and all my thoughts go straying,When the high session of the day is ended,And darkness comes; then, with the waning light,By lilied maidens on your way attended,Proud from the wonted throne, superbly swaying,You, like a queen, pass out into the night.