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