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.
- by Mary Ann Evans (1819 - 1880), as George Eliot, appears in The Spanish Gypsy, first published 1868 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "The radiant dark", op. 1 no. 8, from Eight songs from "The Spanish Gypsy", no. 8. [text verified 1 time]
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