Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 41

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XLI DOUBT
Two forms of darkness are there. One is Night,When I have been an animal, and fearedI knew not what, and lost my soul, nor daredFeel aught save hungry longing for the light.And one is Blindness. Absolute and bright,The Sun's rays smote me till they masked the Sun;The Light itself was by the light undone;The day was filled with terrors and affright.
Then did I weep, compassionate of thoseWho see no friend in God—in Satan's host no foes.
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