VI.
But _we_ who are dark, we are dark! Ah God, we have no stars! About our souls in care and cark Our blackness shuts like prison-bars: The poor souls crouch so far behind That never a comfort can they find By reaching through the prison-bars.
But _we_ who are dark, we are dark! Ah God, we have no stars! About our souls in care and cark Our blackness shuts like prison-bars: The poor souls crouch so far behind That never a comfort can they find By reaching through the prison-bars.