Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/463

Rh Bring the hum-birds to the sweetness

In their bosoms.

And by day the sunlight golden

On the granite

Glistens, and by night the silver starlight

From some near planet.

Something missing from the garden?

But the mountain

Ceaseless pours a secret streamlet

Filmy from the fountain;

And that streamlet winds blow, wave-like,

Down the flowers,

And, in the mist, faint, flickering rainbows

Flash through mimic showers.

Something wanting in the garden

When all's bright there?

Color in the daytime,

Perfume in the night there?

Then what missing from the garden

Spoils its pleasance?—

Just a breath of something human;

Just one presence.

THREE FLOWERS OF THE GARDEN

blossoms in a happy garden grow—

Have care, for this one, lo, is white as any snow:

Its name is Peace.

Three flowers—and one, in hue, a delicate gold;

A harsh breath, then its golden leaves shall droop and fold

Its name is Joy.