Lady Sun-Down
Even more still is
Than the moon-
Enchanted lilies,
Entertaining
Such dim fancies
As inhabit
Duskier pansies.

For her solace
Sorrow's daughter,
To the tune
Of falling water,
Sings a burden,
Chanting lowly,
Of her goddess
Melancholy.

Where the drifting
Dreams are legion,
Down by Sorrow's
Border region,
She hath builded
Her a tower:
Round it bloometh
The moon-flower.

All that weary
Hearts remember
Of vain hopes
And love's dead ember,
All the mournful
Hours of weeping,
Lady Sun-Down
Hath in keeping.

Lady Sun-Down
In forbidden
Holy chambers
Hath them hidden;
Orphan loves
And unbefriended;
All unhappy
Things now ended.

Lady Sun-Down,
Open never
This, my offering,
Sealed for ever;
Ask me not
What it encloses;
On it only
Strew dead roses.