| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXXII. Visions
‘I gaze into the dark’ | | By Jessie Fremont O’Donnell (1860–1897) |
| | | I GAZE into the dark, O Love! | |
| I gaze into the dark, | |
| The creeping shadows chill me: and the Night, | |
| With wide-outreaching arms, holds thee afar. | |
| O yearning eyes! Your love, ’midst wondrous light, | 5 |
| More fair than falls from moon-ray or from star, | |
| Smiles out into the dark. | |
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| I reach into the dark, O Love! | |
| I reach into the dark. | |
| I cannot find thee; and my groping hands | 10 |
| Touch only memories and phantom shapes. | |
| O empty arms! Be glad of those sweet lands | |
| Wherein your love all loneliness escapes, | |
| And smiles into the dark. | |
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| I call into the dark, O Love! | 15 |
| I call into the dark. | |
| There comes from out the hush below, above, | |
| No answer but my own quick-fluttered breath. | |
| O doubting heart! Dost thou not know thy love, | |
| Across the awful silentness of death | 20 |
| Smiles at thee through the dark? | | | | |
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