TIPTOEING twilight, <br />Before you pass, <br />Bathe light my spirit <br />As dew bathes grass. <br /> <br />Quiet the longing <br />Of my hands that yearn, <br />As you fold the flower <br />And hush the fern. <br /> <br />Guard me with shadows <br />To fortify <br />My failing purpose, <br />My tired eye, <br /> <br />That in your stillness <br />I may relight <br />My faith's frail candle <br />Before the night.<br /><br />Hazel Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-100/
