WHEN hurrying home on a rainy night <br />And hearing tree-tops rubbed and tossed, <br />And seeing never a friendly star <br />And feeling your way when paths are crossed: <br />Stop fast and turn three times around <br />And try the logic of the lost. <br /> <br /> <br />Where is the heavenly light you dreamed? <br />Where is your hearth and glowing ash? <br />Where is your love by the mellow moon? <br />Here is not even a lightning-flash, <br />And in a place no worse than this <br />Lost men shall wail and teeth shall gnash. <br /> <br /> <br />Lightning is quick and perilous, <br />The dawn comes on too slow and pale, <br />Your love brings only a yellow lamp, <br />Yet of these lights one shall avail: <br />The dark shall break for one of these, <br />I've never known this thing to fail.<br /><br />John Crowe Ransom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-294/
