Behold the shadow on my heart
As though in silver I were drest
Seeming amid the warmth of noon
Dull from communion with the moon.
Dull from the fierceness of the glow
Which midnight and moonlight show
As though all night I burned with fire
Whose flames at sight of dawn expire.
And so I wear the shadowy grey
Of ashes in the brilliant day
And wait for darkness and the night
To show my own effulgent light.
-Josephine Young Case
http://www.skidmore.edu/centennial/case.htm
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