DARKNESS.

My close-walled soul has never known

That innermost darkness, dazzling sight,

Like the blind point, whence the visions spring

In the core of the gazer's chrysolite...

The mystic darkness that laps God's throne

In a splendour beyond imagining,

So passing bright.

But the many twisted darknesses

That range the city to and fro,

In aimless subtlety pass and part

And ebb and glutinously flow;

Darkness of lust and avarice,

Of the crippled body and the crooked heart...

These darknesses I know.