The Hour
By my window, on my knees,
I watched the planets turning;
I could feel the upward yearning
Of the little cedar trees.
In the silence of the dim
Twilight before dawn,
When the night was almost gone,
Like drowsy cherubim
Clouds floated up and sailed
The blushing sky, and smiled
All rosy like a child;
I watched the planets turning;
I could feel the upward yearning
Of the little cedar trees.
In the silence of the dim
Twilight before dawn,
When the night was almost gone,
Like drowsy cherubim
Clouds floated up and sailed
The blushing sky, and smiled
All rosy like a child;
Then drew away, and paled.
So passed the holy hour
When dawn, by darkness wooed,
At heaven’s portal stood,
And morning came to flower.