The Shechinah At Eve Of Shabbath Poem by Nero CaroZiv

I remember upon one Friday spring night the holly hush fell;
Twice sacred was the Sabbath-queen dwell
When the folk gathered solemnly to an evening prayer;
The village streets were dressed, clean, holy and fair
From wholesome drench of before Passover gusting rains;
And, on the village western windows panes,
The chilly sunset sank, calm with adoration faintly told
Of  green tulips buds enticed by spring cold,
And of the green thorny bloomless hedge,
And of numerous rivulets new with spring-tide sedge,
And of primroses by sheltered rills,
And daisies on the aguish yellow hills.
Twice holy was the Shechinah setting under Sabbath-bell:
The silent streets were yet crowded well
With staid and pious companies,
Warm from their houses oratories,
And moving with demurest air
To even-song and vesper prayer. 
Each arched porch and entry low
Was filled with patient folk contemplating slow,
With whispers hush, and shuffling feet,
While the pray for the Sabbath-queen was loud and sweet.

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