The darkness draws me, kindly angels weep …
Eva Gore-Booth
Lo, in my soul there lies a hidden lake, …
The princess in her world-old tower pined …
You have dragged me on through the wild wood ways, …
All night I stumble through the fields of light, …
The phantoms flit before our dazzled eyes, …
Deep in the soul there throbs the secret pain …
The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, …
This was the story never told …
I was the child that passed long hours away …
There is no age, this darkness and decay …
Amid the glare of light and song …