Out in the Dark over the snow
The fallow fawns invisible go
With the fallow doe;
And the winds blow
Fast as the stars are slow.
Steadily the Dark haunts around
And, when the lamps goes off, without the sound
As a wrifter bound
Than the swiftest hound,
Arrives, and all else is drowned.
And I and star, and wind and deer
Are in the Dark together, near-
Yet far, and fear-
Drums on my ear
In that sage company drear.
How weak and little in the light,
All the universe of sight,
Love and delight,
Before and might,
If you love it not, of night.
Beyond the Fog of Dark,
Beyond the Snow of Dark
Beyond the Whispers of Dark
Beyond the Non-existence sense of Dark
There lies, the Everything of Dark
