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Poem by Florence Earle Coates


In Darkness


         ⁠⁠I will be still;
The terror drawing nigh
Shall startle from my lips no coward cry;
Nay, though the night my deadliest dread fulfill,
⁠⁠         I will be still.

⁠⁠         For, oh! I know,
Though suffering hours delay,
Yet to Eternity they pass away,
Carrying something onward as they flow,
⁠⁠         Outlasting woe!

         ⁠⁠Yes, something won;
The harvest of our tears,Ч
Something unfading, plucked from fading years;
Something to blossom on beyond the sun,
         ⁠⁠From Sorrow won.

         ⁠⁠The agony
So hopeless now of balm
Shall sleep at last, in light as pure and calm
As that wherewith the stars look down on thee,
         ⁠⁠Gethsemane.



Florence Earle Coates


Florence Earle Coates's other poems:
  1. Veiled
  2. Before the Hour
  3. Sappho
  4. Wouldst Thou Learn?
  5. Song (For Me the Jasmine Buds Unfold)


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Amy Lowell In Darkness ("Must all of worth be travailled for, and those")

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