Some wanderer lost for a season—Night's flowers one and all!
In the street, in the lane, on the Line, on the ships and the towers,
In the windows of cottage and palace—all flowers, the Night's flowers!
THE CROSSING SWORDS
As I lay dreaming in the grass
I saw a Knight of Tourney pass—
All conquering Summer. Twilit hours
Made soft light round him, rainbow flowers
Hung on his harness.