The Darkling Plain

16 Apr

The Darkling Plain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hither and thither spins
The windborne, mirroring soul;
A thousand glimpses they have,
And yet, they never see the whole…
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep,
Where the winds are now all asleep.
Nature, with perfect plan,
Sees all her children at play;
Sees them try to control the mighty winds.
Then, in her masterful wisdom,
Watches the wind sweep her children away.

Oh, the day in its hotness,
Brings strife and pain;
Oh, but the sweet night, in her silence,
Brings the stars and their calm.
It is no small thing
To have enjoyed the moonlit night,
To have lived in the shadowed light,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes!
‘Tis true, all human beasts have a beating heart…

The sea of humanity
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
It lay like folds of a lover’s smile, bright and furled and sincere;
But now, nature’s children, mostly only hear
It’s melancholy, long, withdrawing roar
Retreating, to the breath of the night wind,
Down the vast edges bleak
And naked seashore of the world.

Ah, but for those who know the beauty of Dark love,
Let us be true to one another!
For those not born of the glittering night, the world,
Which seems to lie before them like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new, so old,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

For those of us who revel in the velvet radiance of the darklight,
We are here on the darkling plain,
Come, children of darkness, let us away;
Down and away below!

Now I hear my brothers and sisters,
Calling from the bay,
Now the great night winds shorewards blow,
Now the salt tides seawards flow; Now the wild white horses play,
Champ and chafe and toss in the spray and the starry moonlight.

Down, down, down!
Down to the very depths of the sea!

We, those dwelling in the darkling plain,
Sing most joyfully with our
orchestra…
The precious song of the night.
My sea of darkness is calm
tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies
fair upon the straits…
I hear not the world applauding it’s hollow ghost,
While the others only see the phantom of themselves,
I hear the quietess of my spirit…
I see my whole…
Dark tidings to all,
And to all a dark night…
Now I creep into my narrow bed,
I creep, and let no more be said!

~Julia DarkRose
©2012

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