All within is warm,
Here without it's very cold,
Now the year is grown so old
And the dead leaves swarm.
In your heart is light,
Here without it's very dark,
When shall I hear the lark?
When see aright?
Oh, for a moment's space!
Draw the clinging curtains wide
Whilst I wait and yearn outside
Let the light fall on my face.
I am busy working to bring Ford Madox Hueffer's "In Tenebris" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Ford Madox Hueffer's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "In Tenebris" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.