At close of day all colours fade But the orange pink of the sunset. I made jewels from her evening light. When that angle of the dipping light Makes coruscating silver of the oceans, I took the precious silver from the sea, And forged a crown with jewels of the sunset. I fixed it with the morning and the evening star, The very stars I stole from heaven. The curlews and the swans gave me The emeralds of their lakeside, And I wove them in a cloth of silk. Your crown is only daisies Crowned with blue forget-me-nots, No precious stones we have Nor silver for the smith, You cradle only lilies in your arms, The dewy grass and earth the carpet Of your royal progress, Still in the dreams we share Lying in the sapphire of the night, You are the queen with jewels Braided in your hair, and I your servant Who brings these gifts to you.