Today's Poem is a Research Project
"In the darkness, who would cavil o'er the question of a line
When the darkness holds all loveliness beyond the mere design."
Those two lines of poetry woke me from sleep. They belong to a poem I loved back when I fancied myself a budding poet, when I was a teenager.
There are other fragments I remember, about moths and moons and stuff, but nothing useful. And I *think* the title might have the words "Blind Girl" in it. And my Google-fu is weak, for so far I've found nothing.
*coughs a lot*
Whew! Apparently the poem-fragment lodged in my brain was making me write in a quasi-Victorian style, too. Before I relapse, can anyone help me identify this poem?
When the darkness holds all loveliness beyond the mere design."
Those two lines of poetry woke me from sleep. They belong to a poem I loved back when I fancied myself a budding poet, when I was a teenager.
There are other fragments I remember, about moths and moons and stuff, but nothing useful. And I *think* the title might have the words "Blind Girl" in it. And my Google-fu is weak, for so far I've found nothing.
*coughs a lot*
Whew! Apparently the poem-fragment lodged in my brain was making me write in a quasi-Victorian style, too. Before I relapse, can anyone help me identify this poem?