A Letter in the Dark

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

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Love, being blind, I loved you. When light's shed 
On these eyes and kindred think me dead 
I shall love you better. Blind, I knew you 
By the way that grief and gloom flowed to you. 
One took comfort from you and one gave it; 
Then the blind importuned you to save it 
From the outer dark. 
Yet is there fear 
For the man that you have loved, my Dear? 
Nay, no fear on earth — no doubting, even — 
Sure of yours, I trust the heart of heaven.