Now folds the Tree of Day its perfect flowers,
And every bloom becomes a bud again,
Shut and sealed up against the golden showers
Of bees that hover in the velvet hours….
Now a strain
Wild and mournful blown from shadow towers,
Echoed from shadow ships upon the foam,
Proclaims the Queen of Night.
From their bowers
The dark Princess fluttering, wing their flight
To their old Mother, in her huge old home.
(Katherine Mansfield)
More Poetry from Katherine Mansfield:
Katherine Mansfield Poems based on Topics: Nature, Night, Flowers, Mothers, Home, Kings & Queens- The Candle (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
- Now I Am a Plant, a Weed (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
- The Meeting (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
- Secret Flowers (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
- The Pillar Box (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
- There is a Solemn Wind To-Night (Katherine Mansfield Poems)