Garden Dusk

By Grace Hazard Conkling

This stillness made of azure
And veiled with lavender
Must be my daylight garden
Where all the pigeons were!

Blue dusk upon my eyelids,
Your drifting moods disclose
The moth that is a flower,
The wings that are a rose.

Make haste, exhale your sweetness,
For you must vanish soon:
The garden will forget you
At rising of the moon.

A glory dawns predestined
Of old to banish you
And bind you fast with rainbows
In dungeons of the dew.

And who will then remember
Your cool and gossamer art?
Ah, never moon may exile
Your beauty from my heart!