IN A DARK WOOD
‘Una Selva Oscura’
You are lost in a dark wood, lost
In darkness impenetrable;
Or on a wild sea, tempest tossed,
Under a sky of black metal.
Will you shake your fist at the sky?
Will you cry out, ‘Not fair! Not fair!’
Will you break down and cry, cry, cry?
Will you wail and tear out your hair?
No, no, no!—you’ve already done
All that. That’s not the way to go.
You need the warm kiss of the sun
On your flesh. This, you need to know:
The golden glory of the sun
Shines on forever, dearest friend,
Though from this wood the light has run.
Peace!—longest journeys soonest end.