Littell's Living Age/Volume 128/Issue 1659/The Shadow

by Isabella M. Mortimer

For works with similar titles, see The Shadow.

THE SHADOW.

"Come like shadows, so depart."

"Macbeth;" Act IV.

Across the inner sunlight of a soul
⁠⁠A shadow fell,
Whose ever-deepening gloom shut out the day,
⁠⁠And seemed to swell
Until the blackness of that midnight hour
⁠⁠What tongue could tell?

Faith's sun had set, — Hope's star forgot to shine.
⁠⁠But Love drew nigh.
Like some ill dream the mists of darkness fade
⁠⁠Before her eye.
And sun and star with clearer lustre grace
⁠⁠The morning sky.

Isabella M. Mortimer⁠

⁠Golden Hour.