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.