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Poetry Pleases: Dark Night

...My greatest elation is the exultation
That follows five hours' silence and desolation.
Each night I lie in darkness and I die
A true death, when at last I cease to be I...

Caroline Glyn welcomes the oblivion of darkness and night.

I have no clear sight, except it be at night,
When the room is filled with inexplicable
dark light;
Nor understanding, till in my mind is nothing,
And my heart feels so still that it seems
no more living.

My greatest elation is the exultation
That follows five hours' silence and desolation.
Each night I lie in darkness and I die
A true death, when at last I cease to be I.

With feeling tied and all impatience dead,
Then my heart turns to see the strange light shed
And I rejoice to know such brightness is the glow
Of my own corpse-candle, burning still and slow.

In the dark hours shine the consuming fires.
The flame is turning my body to ash as it
devours.
When there is no more heat, a last death I
shall meet,
My transformation and my joy then finally
complete.

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