The Night is Mother of the Day,
The Winter of the Spring,
And ever upon old Decay
The greenest mosses cling.


A Dream of Summer, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).


The Night is Mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses cling.

The Night is Mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses cling.

The Night is Mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses cling.

The Night is Mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses cling.