A Confession

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A confession,

A digression,

A lesson in pain,

Wisdom my mistress goes hard with the grain

Of a straight birch from the yard,

And by her I've made

This little book on the table;

It tells a dark-joying fable 

Full of shadows and grit

And heavy-laden wit

And a bright, bright light 

And a laughing, singing fight

And a steel never broken,

Truth's true token 

Of Love against lying, 

And look, the darkness is flying.


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