Author Mary Elizabeth Coleridge I SAW thee go into the night, beloved. Thy foot was light, was light upon the floor, Thy hand was quick to unbar the heavy door. Lo! through the door the night rushed in to me, And I have dwelt in darkness! But for thee, I saw thee go into the light, beloved. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments