That I had sheltered time's renown
within my courage, rapt to own
not going forth to speak disown
as if some error found condone!
This action, atrophy's exponent
and God's resounding, faded drone,
my silent heart could curse unknown
nor love, nor love, for thee not shown!
All light itself remains alone
while darkness gathers and is prone,
the storm, the storm resembles home ~
and love for thee remains . . . . a poem!