The Golden Darkness/The Darkness

​THE DARKNESS.
I have seen eyeless shadows at the pane
At twilight when the wind was strange and low;
I have heard innumerable feet go by
At twilight when the rain was dim and wild;
I have felt the silence of the night thud and thud
On through my veins, and I know that somewhere,
Looking for me, the darkness tears the winds,
Huge, blind and blundering beneath the stars.

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