Classic Poem

Are you in my arms, my bird,
Are you here? are you here, in the hollow beside my cheek?
Slender Pocahontas was your great-great-grandmother,
The pines and the waters soothed her into slumber,
Soothed her, caressed her, and murmured her asleep ...

Let me be the pines and the waters,
And the dark, the summer Earth,
Let me be caressing South-Wind
Starry and melodious ...
Let me gather you, let me be your enfolding into a nest,
Let me be the waters where you slip to the dark and cease,
Cease from care and trouble, darling, and come to rest,
And come to rest ...

Mystery, the moon-browed Mother, calls you in my spirit,
Calls you and you come ...
Enter the dark and abide there until the dark grows light,
Until the dark grows lambent and melting golden about you,
And you lie in the garden where the night-birds sing,
And the great dream comes down,
And the great dream comes down ...

Hush ... and soothe ... be quiet ...
Cling close, content, content ...
My love is warm about you ...
Go drowsy, drift down drowsy on the bosom of the stream of Silence,
Silence, the full-brimmed river that moves to the shadow of the Sea,
Sea of slumber, of sleep ...
Sleep ... sleep ...