Out In The Dark - A poem by William Allen White

Out In The Dark.

   DEAR, I must go.
The old clock says it: nine^___ten^___hark !
   Of course the old clock can not know,
   That every hour-beat is a blow
   Upon my heart^___I love you so.
   Some day we'll taunt the old clock though^___
Dear I must go^___out in the dark.

   Out in the dark,
Where, on the night wind sweet I throw
   A kiss my love guides to its mark;
   And where each mellow heav'nly spark
   Joins in a love song that the lark
   Translates at morn; where dreams embark^___
Out in the dark^___dear, I must go.

   Dear, I must go,
For God hath willed it, loved one, hark!
   And He alone can truly know
   How crushed and bruised beneath His blow
   Our hearts are, for we love love so^___
   Some day we'll triumph o'er Death though^___
Dear, I must go^___out in the dark.

   Out in the dark,
Where hov'ring near you I shall throw
   My love about you, and you'll mark
   My presence by the glowing spark
   That mem'ry breathes on; the meadow lark^___
   At dusk will call you to embark^___
Out in the dark. Dear, I must go.
L'ENVOI.
Hold to my hand, dear heart, for oh,
   I am so weak, yes, dear, blind^___stark:
And God^___I do not want to go
   Out in the dark.

^__William Allen White.