Invocation

Sing all ye mouths of music, sing her praise
All stars and birds and flowers, all lovely-things
Living in Earth and Heaven, Eyes and Wings
Of Cherubim and Seraphim that raise
Vision and Love Eternal; all her ways
Fill with your music, let no wind that sings
Of sorrow wither Joy's young blossomings:
Prepare her paths against the fateful days

When she shall need flower-lamps before her feet
And herald-birds and all the stars to hold
Her heart upon the difficult laughter-sweet
Blood-salt and sorrow-bitter ways of gold
That she must tread, until her heart unfold
Its quivering pinions for the Paraclete.