IN THE NIGHT when noise is tired the murmur of the sea fills the air.
The vagrant desires of the day come back to their rest round the lighted lamp.
Love's play is stilled into worship, life's stream touches the deep, and the world of forms comes to its nest in the beauty beyond all forms.

COMRADE OF the road,
Here are my traveller's greetings to thee.
0 Lord of my broken heart, of leave taking and loss, of the grey silence of the dayfall,
My greetings of the ruined house to thee!
0 Light of the new-born morning,
Sun of the everlasting day,
My greetings of the undying hope to thee
My guide,
I am a wayfarer of an endless road,
My greetings of a wanderer to thee.

THOUGH HE holds in his arms the earth-bride,
the sky is ever immensely away.