Classic Poem

H USH — was there anything in the dark —
Like a whisper or cry in the dark?
" O Darling — my Darling, " were the words that seemed
To be breathed in my ear! — but I must have dreamed!
It was only a dream I know, — but hark!
Is there anything, anything more in the dark?

O Darling — my Darling " — again in the dark!
As it used to be in the dark!
And fingers of spirit-like tenderness
Are intertwined lovingly with my tress;
I know it is only a dream — but hark!
Is there anything, anything more in the dark?

" O Darling! " — again and again in the dark!
Like a whisper of love in the dark!
And then, as of old, his brave arm seems
To fold me up in his loving dreams:
I know that it never will be, — but hark!
Is there anything, anything more in the dark?

Ah — yes! there is something more in the dark,
There is something more in the dark!
All alone In The Dark am I,
And sick unto death — but I cannot die!
And I must not die! — but hark, O hark!
Is there anything, anything more in the dark?

Yes! Now, there is something more, In The Dark!
There is something more, now, In The Dark!
Here in my bosom it pleads: " Don't die: "
A " miniature " ? — Yes, and a little cry!
A little forlorn and forsaken Spark,
That will soon go out in the Rain and the Dark!

O come to me! Come to me! here In The Dark!
As you used to, you know — in the dark!
And call me your " dear little wife " once more,
Just as you did in the days of yore!
And kiss me! And bless me! And oh! — but hark!
There is nothing more — nothing more — In The Dark!