I know that if odour were visible as colour is, I'd see the summer garden aureoled in rainbow clouds. - Robert Bridges

Behind the western bars
The shrouded day retreats,
And unperceived the stars
Steal to their sovran seats. And whiter grows the foam,
The small moon lightens more;
And as I turn me home,
My shadow walks before.

I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Rich hues have marriage made
With sweet unmemoried scents:
A honeymoon delight,
A joy of love at sight,
That ages in an hour
My song be like a flower!

As night is withdrawn
From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May,
Dream, while the innumerable choir of day
Welcome the dawn.