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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.
      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.
      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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