Come on the wings of sleep
Grave or with a smile,
Come ere the hushed tide neap
Or tangling thoughts beguile.
On this dark spirit-main
Rise as a full-orbed moon,
Transform the murk of pain
To a fleckless silver boon.
Or through dream-heavy air
On sandals of sound draw nigh
Till echoes waking there
Spring forth in thrilled reply.
Out from a planet's gloom
All aspects call to Thee,-
Life in our stirless tomb,
Light on our darkened sea.