| Rupert Brooke (1887–1915). Collected Poems. 1916. |
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| II. 1908–1911 |
| 30. Day and Night |
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| THROUGH my heart’s palace Thoughts unnumbered throng; | |
| And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise, | |
| High-throned you sit, and gracious. All day long | |
| Great Hopes gold-armoured, jester Fantasies, | |
| And pilgrim Dreams, and little beggar Sighs, | 5 |
| Bow to your benediction, go their way. | |
| And the grave jewelled courtier Memories | |
| Worship and love and tend you, all the day. | |
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| But when I sleep, and all my thoughts go straying, | |
| When the high session of the day is ended, | 10 |
| And darkness comes; then, with the waning light, | |
| By lilied maidens on your way attended, | |
| Proud from the wonted throne, superbly swaying, | |
| You, like a queen, pass out into the night. | |
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