Day and Night
Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng;
And there, most quiet and, as a child, most
High-throned you sit, and gracious. All day long
Great Hopes gold-armoured, jester Fantasies,
pilgrim Dreams, and little beggar Sighs,
Bow to your benediction, go their way.
And the grave jewelled
Worship 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,
comes; then, with the waning light,
By lilied maidens on your way attended,
Proud from the wonted throne,
You, like a queen, pass out into the night.