If I Took the Long Way Home

Would evening fold its

Blanket skies

The same

As if I'd hurried by

Or meadows golden mandate

Pause

'Til slipping 'neath the

Misty cloth

Of muslin white

Should I delay?

If still the voice of thrush

Gives way

To songs the hosts of night

Purvey

It will not be for me they call

But for my God

Who sees it

All