Crowner's Quest

Love? Do I love? I walk
Within the brilliance of another's thought,
As in a glory. I was dark before,
As in Venus' chapel in the black of night:
But there was something holy in the darkness,
Softer and not so thick as other where;
And as rich moonlight may be to the blind,
Unconsciously consoling. Then love came,
Like the out-bursting of a trodden star.

— Thomas Lovell Beddoes, The Second Brother (see Busman's Honeymoon)