1.
To you, who look so low,
Where little candles glow —
Who listen in a narrow street,
Confused with noise of passing feet —
2.
To you 'tis wild and dark;
No light, no guide, no ark,
For wanderers lost on moor and lea,
And shipwrecked mariners at sea.
3.
But I — who stand apart,
With hushed but wakeful heart —
I hear the lulling of the gale,
And see the dawnrise faint and pale.
4.
A dawn whereto I grope
In trembling faith and hope,
If haply, brightening, it may cast
A gleam on path and goal at last.
Ada Cambridge
