A dwelling for your socks, hose, or ties. Flip me around, and I’ll show you a prize.

I arrive when the school day ends, like a gift wrapped in dread, I take over your night while you’d rather be in bed. I multiply when ignored, like socks in the wash, and no, your dog didn’t eat me, don’t be that posh.

Formerly left, and nothing more, But time’s long tongue made ill my core. My opposite, who too, was nothing grand, Now lends itself humbly to a helping hand.

My first part shines a light on all and makes my second part bloom. I can grown very tall and brighten every garden or room.

I tie two hearts, yet I’m traded for gain, I hold atoms close, and prisoners in chain. But give me a tux and a I can also be an agent beyond par.