What of the darkness? Is it very fair? Are there great calms? and find we silence there? Like soft-shut lilies, all your faces glow With some strange peace our faces never know, With some strange faith our faces never dare -- Dwells it in Darkness? Do you find it there? Is it a Bosom where tired heads may lie? Is it a Mouth to kiss our weeping dry? Is it a Hand to still the pulse's leap? Is it a Voice that holds the runes of sleep? Day shows us not such comfort anywhere -- Dwells it in darkness? Do ye find it there? Out of the Day's deceiving light we call -- Day that shows man so great, and God so small, That hides the stars, and magnifies the grass -- O is the Darkness too a lying glass! Or undistracted, do you find truth there? What of the Darkness? Is it very fair? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST WHEN I BUY PICTURES by MARIANNE MOORE CASEY AT THE BAT (1) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER ON THE KING'S ILLNESS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 2 by WILLIAM BASSE THE CHRISTENING OF THE STADIUM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |