The Golden Darkness/To a Friend
TO A FRIEND.
I know there is a silence in your soul,
That hangs like twilight in a holy shrine,
The fold on fold of shadow, haunting, frail,
Unstirred, untouched, by any word of mine;—
That hangs like twilight in a holy shrine,
The fold on fold of shadow, haunting, frail,
Unstirred, untouched, by any word of mine;—
A silence like the hush before the dawn,
After earth rose against night’s fearful odds,
Like a clenched fist, knuckled with crags before
The blue star-glittering window of the gods.
After earth rose against night’s fearful odds,
Like a clenched fist, knuckled with crags before
The blue star-glittering window of the gods.
There is a silence in you like the hush
After earth’s cry for beauty and the pain;
And I have heard how dreams and loneliness
Move in the folds, like wind through folds of rain.
After earth’s cry for beauty and the pain;
And I have heard how dreams and loneliness
Move in the folds, like wind through folds of rain.