the moon was up in aura gold suffused the night but in the tower blockades light by windows old maketh for a gloomy hour which crept upon the day by stealth sunlight stolen by the flowers with mysterious magic they transmutate light in to multitudinous powers neath tower gold enchanted grove far flung daisies roses bloom 'gainst the dimming of the day at noon a sight on which to swoon and through the twilight darkness crept as flowers bend their heads to sleep yet light of day their treasure fuel the fire and fury they get to keep