The year's at the spring/Webb, Marion St John

The Sunset Garden

I CAN see from the window a little brown house,
And the garden goes up to the top of the hill.
⁠And the sun comes each day,
⁠And slips down away
At the end of the garden an' sleeps there ... until
The daylight comes climbing up over the hill.

I do wish I lived in the little brown house,
Then at night I'd go out to the garden, an' creep
⁠Up ... up ... then I'd stop,
⁠An' lean over the top,
At the end of the garden, an' so I could peep,
And see what the sun looks like when it's asleep.

MARION ST JOHN WEBB