Come down from heaven to meet me when my breath 
Chokes, and through drumming shafts of stifling death 
I stumble toward escape, to find the door 
Opening on morn where I may breathe once more 
Clear cock-crow airs across some valley dim
With whispering trees. While dawn along the rim 
Of night?s horizon flows in lakes of fire, 
Come down from heaven?s bright hill, my song?s desire. 

Belov?d and faithful, teach my soul to wake 
In glades deep-ranked with flowers that gleam and shake
And flock your paths with wonder. In your gaze 
Show me the vanquished vigil of my days. 
Mute in that golden silence hung with green, 
Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyes 
Remembrance of all beauty that has been,
And stillness from the pools of Paradise.