I saw the sweeping skirts of night
Trail through star lit halls
I saw her garments rimmed with light
Where the night wind calls.
I felt the magic spell of light
Embrace me from above;
Pastoral presence holds the night
As I hold the one I love.
I heard sound of songs in flight
The clarion call of chimes
To rouse the resting place of night
Like some poet's pious rhymes.
On bended knee I breathed a prayer
To ascend in wondrous flight;
My plea now probes the midnight air
To fold the wings of night.
Elizabeth went through a period of darkness from memory loss after retiring. It finally ended and living was possible again. Finding poetry of the masters enticed her to write and she feels this was part of her healing process.