Incantation

by

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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