Across the inner sunlight of a soul
A shadow fell,
Whose ever-deepening gloom shut out the day,
And seemed to swell
Until the blackness of that midnight hour
What tongue could tell?
Faith's sun had set, — Hope's star forgot to shine.
But Love drew nigh.
Like some ill dream the mists of darkness fade
Before her eye.
And sun and star with clearer lustre grace
The morning sky.