Now the Lengthening Twilights Hold

Now the lengthening twilights hold / Tints of lavender and gold, / And the marshy places ring / With the pipers of the spring.

Now the solitary star / Lays a path on meadow streams, / And I know it is not far / To the open door of dreams.

Lord of April, in my hour / May the dogwood be in flower, / And my angel through the dome / Of spring twilight lead me home.