John Drinkwater

Night

(TO H. S. S.)

The barriers of sleep are crossed
And I alone am yet awake,
 
Keeping another Pentecost
For that new visitation’s sake
 
Of life descending on the hills
 
In blackthorn bloom and daffodils.
 
At peace upon my pillow lain
I celebrate the spirit come
 
In spring’s immutable youth again
Across the lands of Christendom;
 
I hear in all the choral host
 
The coming of the Holy Ghost.
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