All things are shadows of thee, Lord; <br />The sun himself is but thy shade; <br />My spirit is the shadow of thy word, <br />A thing that thou hast said. <br /> <br />Diamonds are shadows of the sun, <br />They gleam as after him they hark: <br />My soul some arrows of thy light hath won. <br />And feebly fights the dark! <br /> <br />All knowledges are broken shades, <br />In gulfs of dark a scattered horde: <br />Together rush the parted glory-grades- <br />Then, lo, thy garment, Lord! <br /> <br />My soul, the shadow, still is light <br />Because the shadow falls from thee; <br />I turn, dull candle, to the centre bright, <br />And home flit shadowy. <br /> <br />Shine, Lord; shine me thy shadow still; <br />The brighter I, the more thy shade! <br />My motion be thy lovely moveless will! <br />My darkness, light delayed!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadows-131/
