NIGHT after night within the grove br The night wind spares the sacred fire -­ br The breath made visible of love, br Of worship and desire. br br I set the tripod at thy shrine; br The silver bowl, the amber flame, br And in the dark where no stars shine br I speak thy name. br br By the high name I call on thee br Which only I, thy priestess, know. br I tread thy dance in ecstasy, br Sweet steps and slow. br br O God, the hour has come. Appear! br I have performed the appointed rite -­ br The dance, the fire; I long to hear br Wings in the night.