The Lonely Dark

The wind blew out the candle, And left me in the dark, And in the dark I felt the chill Of lonely, sudden stark. The darkness pressed upon me, The silence seemed to sting, And oh, the sudden, awful dread That lonely darkness brings. The wind blew out the candle, And left me in the dark, And in the dark I felt the chill Of lonely, sudden stark. The darkness pressed upon me, The silence seemed to sting, And oh, the sudden, awful dread That lonely darkness brings. The wind blew out the candle, And left me in the dark, And in the dark I felt the chill Of lonely, sudden stark. The darkness pressed upon me, The silence seemed to sting, And oh, the sudden, awful dread That lonely darkness brings.

About Robert W. Service

British-Canadian poet and novelist, known as the 'Bard of the Yukon'. His works often depict the adventurous life in the Canadian North.

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