Dawn whereof we know not, and noon whose fruit we reap, Garnered up in record of years that fell like flowers, Sunset liker sunrise along the shining steep Whence thy fair face lightens, and where thy soft springs leap, Crown at once and gird thee with grace of guardian powers Loved of men beloved of us, souls that fame inspheres, All thine air hath music for him who dreams and hears; Voices mixed of multitudes, feet of friends that pace, Witness why for ever, if heaven's face clouds or clears, Dawn and noon and sunset are one before thy face. Peace hath here found harbourage mild as very sleep: Not the hills and waters, the fields and wildwood bowers, Smile or speak more tenderly, clothed with peace more deep, Here than memory whispers of days our memories keep Fast with love and laughter and dreams of withered hours. Bright were these as blossom of old, and thought endears Still the fair soft phantoms that pass with smiles or tears, Sweet as roseleaves hoarded and dried wherein we trace 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. Baby, hear the sea! --Baby's face Takes a graver grace, Touched with wonder what the sound may be. Baby, see the star! --Baby's hand Opens, warm and bland, Calm in claim of all things fair that are. Baby, hear the bells! --Baby's head Bows, as ripe for bed, Now the flowers curl round and close their cells. Baby, flower of light, Sleep, and see Brighter dreams than we, Till good day shall smile away good night. A RHYME Babe, if rhyme be none For that sweet small word Babe, the sweetest one Ever heard, Right it is and meet Rhyme should keep not true Time with such a sweet Thing as you.