Hush Spirits Of The Night Poem by Helen Crutchett

Tread Softly thy spirits of the night
Her sleeping doth still the blinking stars
On blushed cheeks falls a lock of ebony hair
Crescent moonlight drifting on alabaster
Skin as smooth as cream
Do not disturb her dreaming, lest
Her visions perturbed do interrupt
Thoughts of her lover gone
To battle to do mighty deeds.
Oh, how she pines unceasingly in daylight unti
Exhaustion takes upon her and sighing into
Satin pillows
Where stillness overcomes and subdues
Restless dreams of this maiden fair
Waiting for her Knight's return
From fields of blood
Shed for a kingdom's glory
When the sun doth lights a dewy morning
Bid her rise to greet the day anew
With hope again beating in her breast
Her gaze through open window into the garden
Of longing thus wondering this be the day
of her beloved's return~