She gave the day its heart of fire, <br />She gave the night her soul of flame; <br />The sun and moon translated through <br />Her love as gods became. <br />She filled me with unearthly strength, <br />A power not of my own was mine; <br />She passed, and crumbled into dust <br />And ashes my divine. <br />The Night knows not how fair she is <br />Before the stars come in the sky: <br />It is the light within ourselves <br />We see ourselves and others by.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loss-53/
