in the dark

The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,
White stars is no less lovely being dark,
And there are buds that cannot bloom at all
In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall;
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds,
And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.

Aveam 2 versuri din poezia asta intr-o agenda de cand eram la liceu, hm..de acum 9-10 ani, si mi-am adus aminte de ea azi.. din "From the Dark Tower", de Countee Cullen (cred ca se referea la miscarea de eliberare a negrilor, sau asa ceva :)