As the flare of a match in a lightless cave,
Was love in my heart, a wonder of light
That filled it a moment, and perished — when night
Swept back with the noise of the incoming wave,
The incoming tide of the waters of night
That flood every crevice, the fugitive light
A moment illumined, with bitter black night,
Whose ebbing shall nevermore let in the light
To the stormy black hollow of my heart's cave.