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 facesInto the mirror of her loveliness
Be a road, earth,
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