While Walking At Twilight Hour

I was waylaid and almost dead Trampling upon things of beauty scattered Down the walk at twilight hour Above a lonely star As beautiful as Venus was twinkling And no moon around was shining Only a soul or two was going past me And a company of two used to walking at this hour wee And I was slowing down my pace to see What was there lying and sparkling with dew in glee As if from heaven afresh descended A cluster of stars here and there circling round To slumber in peace upon the dewy and sleepy path None had stumbled over prior to my feet A mist came on and I could see But a little way before me And through the mist came the sound of a melody-king Up above the tree-tops chirping and twittering as if the breather of a living spring And I looked up and saw a figure as good as a tree Standing tall and looked deeper than darkness and as old as a century With branches laden with flowers sweet and fair Flinging whiffs of perfume in the air Oh what a congregation of soul of good things That met at the hour divine and made the earth look so inspiring Me, melody, mist, flowers and perfume With sunniness afresh all I carried home Oh God, unawares my feet was over the heart of those little blossoms That my heart cries and aches and all seem cheerless I now beseech your pardon right For abashed and bashful am I at your holy feet