Pray but one prayer for me ’twixt thy closed lips, <br />Think but one thought of me up in the stars. <br />The summer night waneth, the morning light slips, <br />Faint and grey ’twixt the leaves of the aspen, betwixt the cloud-bars, <br />That are patiently waiting there for the dawn <br />Patient and colourless, though Heaven’s gold <br />Waits to float through them along with the sun. <br />Far out in the meadows, above the young corn, <br />The heavy elms wait, and restless and cold <br />The uneasy wind rises; the roses are dim; <br />Through the long twilight they pray for the dawn, <br />Round the lone house in the midst of the corn. <br />Speak but one word to me over the corn, <br />Over the tender, bow’d locks of the corn.<br /><br />William Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pray-but-one-prayer-for-us/
