Come down from heaven to meet me when my breath <br />Chokes, and through drumming shafts of stifling death <br />I stumble toward escape, to find the door <br />Opening on morn where I may breathe once more <br />Clear cock-crow airs across some valley dim <br />With whispering trees. While dawn along the rim <br />Of night’s horizon flows in lakes of fire, <br />Come down from heaven’s bright hill, my song’s desire. <br /> <br />Belov’d and faithful, teach my soul to wake <br />In glades deep-ranked with flowers that gleam and shake <br />And flock your paths with wonder. In your gaze <br />Show me the vanquished vigil of my days. <br />Mute in that golden silence hung with green, <br />Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyes <br />Remembrance of all beauty that has been, <br />And stillness from the pools of Paradise.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invocation-3/
