They and Dark Night
The night, drunk with empty doubt
Fearful of invisible ghost, without
Touch of serenity that heals,
They who watched, waited for the clearing;
Wrestled with crude prejudice -
This demonic force entering in,
This full measure of sin, of
Outcast needing cure;
Day dawns anew, and
Like sounds echoing from stringed music
The simmering of dark night
The light of day that wakens the dead
The night becomes canopy of stars,
Guiding lost ships in summer breeze of faith, and
Satiny loveliness we love; one with the night.
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