THE HOUSE OF NIGHT

Though all the light were lifted from the land,

And a great darkness lay upon the sea;

Though, groping each for some not-careless hand,

I felt sad men pass over wearily;

Though it were certain dawn would not come in

With the next hour; that after many days

Would no moon rise where the grey clouds grew thin,

Nor any stars resume their ancient ways:

Though all my world was thus, and I more blind

Than the dead, blundering planets raining past,

I know I should not fancy Time unkind;

For you, as once of old you came, at last

Would surely come, and with unfaltering faith

Lead me beyond the dominance of death.