Iii: Night Is Here

Night is here and star-rise And demeanour of the dark. Visioned by my closed eyes

Now I lie within an arc. Lyric loom, All the silence is a-hark

For a poppy bud to bloom In some flowery harmony Woven through this quiet room.

Prick of light and shadow take me, Fire and stars and voices keep, Fairy clamour will not wake me ... ... Sleep.

But that warm grave of sleep Nothing save myself immures. Singing light and dreaming deep Now my spirit walks with yours.