Credo - Edwin Arlington Robinson

[Larry Robinson]

Credo

I cannot find my way: there is no star 
In all the shrouded heavens anywhere; 
And there is not a whisper in the air 
Of any living voice but one so far 
That I can hear it only as a bar 
Of lost, imperial music, played when fair 
And angel fingers wove, and unaware, 
Dead leaves to garlands where no roses are. 
No, there is not a glimmer, nor a call, 
For one that welcomes, welcomes when he fears, 
The black and awful chaos of the night; 
For through it all, -- above, beyond it all, -- 
I know the far-sent message of the years, 
I feel the coming glory of the Light! 

	- Edwin Arlington Robinson