Light falls the rain 
On link and laine, 
After the burning day; 
And the bright scene, 
Blue, gold, and green, 
Is blotted out in gray. 

Not so will part 
The glowing heart 
With sunny hours gone by; 
On cliff and hill 
There lingers still 
A light that cannot die. 

Like a gold crown 
Gorse decks the Down, 
All sapphire lies the sea; 
And incense sweet 
Springs as our feet 
Tread light the thymy lea. 

Fade, vision bright! 
Fall rain, fall night! 
Forget, gray world, thy green! 
For us, nor thee, 
Can all days be 
As though this had not been!