| Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921. |
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| II. The Children of the Night |
| 34. Credo |
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| I CANNOT find my way: there is no star | |
| In all the shrouded heavens anywhere; | |
| And there is not a whisper in the air | |
| Of any living voice but one so far | |
| That I can hear it only as a bar | 5 |
| Of lost, imperial music, played when fair | |
| And angel fingers wove, and unaware, | |
| Dead leaves to garlands where no roses are. | |
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| No, there is not a glimmer, nor a call, | |
| For one that welcomes, welcomes when he fears, | 10 |
| The black and awful chaos of the night; | |
| For through it all—above, beyond it all— | |
| I know the far-sent message of the years, | |
| I feel the coming glory of the Light. | |
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