  Ere sleep upheaves me on one glassy billow To drift me down the deep, I lie with easeful head upon my pillow, Letting the minutes creep. Until Time’s pulse is stayed and all earth’s riot Fades in a limit white, While over me curve fragrant wings of quiet Tender and great as Night. Then I gaze up. Divine, descending slumber Thine access yet forbear, Though vow I proffer none, nor blessings number, Nor breathe a wordless prayer. A Presence is within me and above me, That takes me for its own, A Motherhood, a bosom prompt to love me, I know it and am known. So softly I roll back the Spirit’s portals; O be the entrance wide! Silence and light from home of my Immortals Flow in, a tranquil tide. Calming, assuaging, cleansing, freshening, freeing, It floods each inlet deep; Now pass thou wave of Light, ebb thought and being! Come thou dark wave of sleep! |
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