AGNES ETHELWYN WETHERALD

AGNES ETHELWYN WETHERALD

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 lightTo the sunless peace,Where at midday standeth NightSigning Toil's release.All your dusky twilight storesTo 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 lingeringlyThrough your scented halls.Ope your doors and take me in,Spirit of the wood;Take me—make me next of kinTo your leafy brood.

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 lightTo the sunless peace,Where at midday standeth NightSigning Toil's release.All your dusky twilight storesTo 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 lingeringlyThrough your scented halls.Ope your doors and take me in,Spirit of the wood;Take me—make me next of kinTo your leafy brood.

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

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 lightTo the sunless peace,Where at midday standeth NightSigning Toil's release.

Take me from the noisy light

To the sunless peace,

Where at midday standeth Night

Signing Toil's release.

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

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 lingeringlyThrough your scented halls.

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 kinTo your leafy brood.

Ope your doors and take me in,

Spirit of the wood;

Take me—make me next of kin

To your leafy brood.


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