Be Music,                     Night

                                         Be Music,                             





Night
                                         That her sleep may go
                                         Where angels have their pale tall choirs







                                         Be a hand,                             





sea,
                                         That her dreams may watch
                                         Thy guidesman touching the green flesh of the world







                                         Be a voice,                             





sky,
                                         And the stars will tilt their quiet faces
                                         the mirror of her loveliness







                                         Be a road,                             





earth,
                                         That her walking may take thee Where the towns
                                         of heaven lift their breathing spires







                                         O be a world and a throne,   





God,
                                         That her living may find its weather
                                         And the souls of ancient bells in a child's book
                                         Shall lead her into Thy wondrous house