The House of the Trees

Ope your doors and take me in,
Spirit of the wood ;
Wash me clean of dust and din,
Clothe me in your mood.

Take me from the noisy light
To the sunless peace,
Where at midday standeth Night
Singing Toil's release.

All your dusky twilight stores
To my senses give ;
Take me in and lock the doors,
Show me how to live.

Lift your leafy roof for me,
Part your yielding walls,
Let me wander lingeringly
Through your scented halls.

Ope your doors and take me in,
Spirit of the wood ;
Take me, make me next of kin
To your leafy brood.