Philip Bourke Marston (The Rose and the Wind).
WHAT OF THE DARKNESS?
What of the Darkness? Is it very fair?
Are there great calms, and find ye silence there?
Like soft-shut lilies all your faces glow
With some strange peace our faces never know,
With some great faith our faces never dare:
Dwells it in Darkness? Do ye find it there?
Is it a Bosom where tired heads may lie?