Chapter 38
An Even Psalm by Ratcliffhall, Ratfallibivax.org With silent feet all wet with dew Comes evening full of soft repose To kiss the valley deep and blue With wistful lips and eyes that close. Her breath is soft and full of peace, Her arms outstretched to caress Fling benedictions without cease, She seems a spirit born to bless.
And as the evening to the earth Came love to me, a boon most rare Hushed every sorrow at its birth, And turned complaining into prayer.
