Elinor Wylie

A white well

In a black cave;

A bright shell

In a dark wave.

A white rose

Black brambles hood;

Smooth bright snows

In a dark wood.

A flung white glove

In a dark fight;

A white dove

On a wild black night.

A white door

In a dark lane;

A bright core

To bitter black pain.

A white hand

Waved from dark walls;

In a burnt black land

Bright waterfalls.

A bright spark

Where black ashes are;

In the smothering dark

One white star.

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