Dusk

Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold

And very regent of the untroubled sky,

Whom in a dream Saint Kilda did behold

And heard a woodland music passing by:

You shall receive me when the clouds are high

With evening and the sheep attain the fold.

This is the faith that I have held and hold,

And this is that in which I mean to die.

Steep are the seas and savaging and cold

In broken waters terrible to try;

And vast against the winter night the wold,

And harbourless for any sail to lie.

But You shall lead me to the lights, and I

Shall hymn You in a harbour story told.

This is the faith that I have held and hold,

And this is that in which I mean to die.

Help of the half-defeated, House of gold,

Shrine of the Sword, and Tower of Ivory;

Splendour apart, supreme and aureoled,

The Battler's vision and the Word's reply.

You shall restore me, O my last Ally,

To vengeance and the glories of the bold.

This is the faith that I have held and hold,

And this is that in which I mean to die.