Spirit of Twilight, through your folded wings
I catch a glimpse of your averted face,
And rapturous on a sudden, my soul sings
"Is not this common earth a holy place?"

Spirit of Twilight, you are like a song
That sleeps and waits a singer, like a hymn
That God finds lovely and keeps near him long
Till it is choired by aureoled cherubim.

Spirit of Twilight, in the golden gloom
Of dreamland dim, I sought for you and found