The black clouds depart to a blacker night
With sprays of light and spills of black
And while lonesome fancies slowly pervade,
Keeper of the Dark, your moon fades.
Fade into you,
Strange, you never knew.
"When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
Then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink."
~ John Keats.
