posted on 2024-04-25, 17:29authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
<p dir="ltr"> Out in the dark over the snow<br> The fallow fawns invisible go<br> With the fallow doe;<br> And the winds blow<br> Fast as the stars are slow.<br> Stealthily the dark haunts round<br> And, when the lamp goes, without sound<br> At a swifter bound<br> Than the swiftest hound,<br> Arrives, and all else is drowned;<br> And star and I and wind and deer,<br> Are in the dark together,---near,<br> Yet far,---and fear<br> Drums on my ear<br> In that sage company drear.<br> How weak and little is the light,<br> All the universe of sight,<br> Love and delight,<br> Before the might,<br> If you love it not, of night.<br></p>