Francis William Bourdillon (22 March 1852 – 13 January 1921 / Runcorn, Cheshire)

The title of this poem is 'Light' in the edition of _Perfect_Jewels_ that I own. The words are also different. 'When Love is Done' should actually be 'When its Day is Done'.

This is my absolute favourite poem, and has been since I was nine years old. I've never been able to find it on any site until today...So I feel that it should be entered properly.

_Perfect_Jewels_ is copyrighted 1884, and my edition dates to 1886. I should think that the poetry should be sound. Such an old copy is less likely to have been diluted through the trials of time.

It is unfortunate that most of the “well known” poems on this site are entered from an inept memory and not from research. To be accurate when entering someone else's poems is important unless one notes that one is merely making an annotation.

i dont know how to correct it but you have a part wrong its actually;
The night has a thousand eyes,
The day but one;
Yet the light of a whole world dies
At set of sun

The mind has a thousand eyes,
The heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies,
When love is done.