Be music, night, <br />That her sleep may go <br />Where angels have their pale tall choirs <br /> <br />Be a hand, sea, <br />That her dreams may watch <br />Thy guidesman touching the green flesh of the world <br /> <br />Be a voice, sky, <br />That her beauties may be counted <br />And the stars will tilt their quiet faces <br />Into the mirror of her loveliness <br /> <br />Be a road, earth, <br />That her walking may take thee <br />Where the towns of heaven lift their breathing spires <br /> <br />O be a world and a throne, God, <br />That her living may find its weather <br />And the souls of ancient bells in a child's book <br />Shall lead her into Thy wondrous house<br /><br />Kenneth Patchen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-music-night/
