Your nooks of shade, your paths half-seen,
Places secret in between
Whose border wears its coat of green
To see
Where God’s light flickers on the scene:
I can have my stillest being
So free.

By day, my little patch of light,
My patch of dark at night,
Honeysuckles, roses quiet,
Bright Sun,
At eve will scent the darkness quite
In one.