NIGHT after night within the grove <br />The night wind spares the sacred fire - <br />The breath made visible of love, <br />Of worship and desire. <br /> <br />I set the tripod at thy shrine; <br />The silver bowl, the amber flame, <br />And in the dark where no stars shine <br />I speak thy name. <br /> <br />By the high name I call on thee <br />Which only I, thy priestess, know. <br />I tread thy dance in ecstasy, <br />Sweet steps and slow. <br /> <br />O God, the hour has come. Appear! <br />I have performed the appointed rite - <br />The dance, the fire; I long to hear <br />Wings in the night.<br /><br />Alice Duer Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invocation-30/
