Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over the London Bridge,so many.
I had not thought death had undone,so many.
O dark dark dark.They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces,the vacant into the
I said to my soul,be still,and let the dark come
Which shall be the darkness of God.
I said to my soul,be still,and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing,wait
For love would be love for the wrong thing,there
is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in
Wait without thought,for you are not ready for
So the darkness shall be light,and the stillness the