Question

when the golden day is done,
Through the closing portal,
Child and garden, flower and sun,
vanish all the things mortal.
As the blinding shadows fall
As the rays diminish,
Under evening's cloak they all
Roll away and vanish.
In the darkness houses shine,
parents move the candles;
Till on all the night divine
Turns the bedroom handles.
Till at last the day begins
In the east a-breaking,
In the hedges and the whins
Sleeping birds a-waking.
"Up!" they cry, "the day is come
On the smiling valleys:
We have beat the morning drum;
Playmate, join your allies!"
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Answer 1

Answer:

when the golden day is done, Through the closing portal, Child and garden, flower and sun, vanish all the things mortal. As the blinding shadows fall As the rays diminish, Under evening's cloak they all Rolled away and vanish. In the darkness houses shine, parents move the candles; Till on all the night divine Turns the bedroom handles. Till at last the day begins In the east a-breaking, In the hedges and the when Sleeping birds a-waking. "Up!" they cry, "the day is come On the smiling valleys: We have beat the morning drum; Playmate, join your allies!"