Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD

Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Frances LouisaBushnell

591 In the Dark

RESTLESS, to-night, and ill at ease,

And finding every place too strait,

I leave the porch shut in with trees,

And wander through the garden-gate.

So dark at first, I have to feel

My way before me with my hands;

But soul-like fragrances reveal

My virgin Daphne, where she stands.

Her stars of blossom breathe aloft

Her worship to the stars above;

In wavering pulsations soft,

Climbs the sweet incense of her love;

Those far, celestial eyes can dart

Their glances down through leafy bars;

The spark that burns within her heart

Was dropped, in answer, from the stars.

She does not find the space too small,

The night too dark, for sweetest bloom;

Content within the garden wall,

Since upward there is always room.

Her spotless heart, through all the night,

Holds safe its little vestal spark.

O blessed, if the soul be white,

To breathe and blossom in the dark!