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
Into 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