Spirit of Love, you have guided me on
From the red-winged dawn of day,
When youth's morning promise gleamed fresh in the dew,
And I begged you to let me stay.
But you called, "Come away!
Love lies not in the dawn of day.
Come away!"
And again in the sunlit spaces of noon,
When life's full promise lay
Rich on the fields of ripening grain,
I begged you to let me stay.
But you called, "Come away!
Noon is not all of love's sweet day.
Come away!"
And now, in the deepening twilight my heart,
Weary with love's long day,
Looks west, where the gray and crimson meet;
And I beg you to let me stay.
Here let me stay!
Love lies in the cool of the westering day.
Let me stay!
Spirit of Love, are you calling me on
Beyond the gates of life's day
Into the dark of the night beyond?
I can hear you call, "Come away!
Come away! Come away!
Love is not told in life's short day.
Come away!"