Lover and Night whisper'd at night...
'I'm not alone, ' said the Lover a-bright,
'She'll come at your final fall: '
Night found the Lover's hall,
... and told,
'Lo, Joy embraces the daily Day,
from which, emerges a ray to gay: '
Gay is a thing of fright,
The blind grope for light.
Dibakar Sarkar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dark-pit/
