by Mary Ann Evans (1819 - 1880), as George Eliot

The radiant dark
Language: English 
Should I long that dark were fair? 
Say, O song!
Lacks my love aught, that I should long?

Dark the night, with breath all flow'rs
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening hours:
Whisperings, wooings,
Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings
In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills.
Dark the night, 
Yet is she bright,
For in her dark she brings the mystic star,
Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love,
From some unknown afar.
O radiant dark! O darkly fostered ray!
Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.


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Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 96