Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Poems. IX. ShadowIsa (Craig) Knox (18311903)
I
Darkest still when the day is bright;
No light without the shadow we find,
And never shadow without the light.
It walks when we walk, it runs when we run;
But it tells which way to look for the sun;
We may turn our backs on it any day.
That make this human world so dear;
Sorrow of joy is ever made,
And what were a hope without a fear?
Warning from pleasure’s dazzling snare;
A shadow lengthening across the past,
Fixes our fondest memories there.
So broad we see not the brightness round it;
Yet ’tis but the dark side of the sphere
Moving into the light unbounded.