@2W@1AS it I who dreamed In the doubtful Dark That distant gleamed A kindling spark? Was it I who sought it And found its flame, And seized and brought it The way you came? Was it I who bowed And held the fire? Was it you whose proud Regard drew nigher? Was it your torch took Sudden light from mine, And your radiant look That I drank like wine? Or, did you pass Serene and still,— No smile, alas! On those lips so chill; Your torch unlit, And the Dark about,— Sole light in it Fast flickering out? Nay, dying not, Though its flame must be By fated lot Unpassed to thee; Though the Dark be dark, @3One@1 torch may prove A meeting-mark In the Endless, love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CUPBOARD by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE SNUG LITTLE ISLAND by THOMAS FROGNALL DIBDIN IN A CATHEDRAL CITY by THOMAS HARDY WHEN I READ THE BOOK by WALT WHITMAN MARIZIBILL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE A NEW BIRTH by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG |