It Was In The Darkness Of The Night Poem by Gert Strydom

It Was In The Darkness Of The Night



(after William Wordsworth)

I

It was in the darkness of the night
when first we met for just a moment
and there was something mysterious present
with stars hanging high and bright

when in the lights of her car she came into sight
as if somehow divinely sent
nothing could this chance meeting prevent
as she brought me joy when she smiled to my delight

and she was very lovely and somewhat fair,
acted with her own free liberty
but was also sincere and serene,
with flowing locks of curly hair,
a vision of delight and more than beautiful to me,
as if walking out of a movie scene.

II

There was something familiar to her
and I had to catch my own breath
when for moments we were together
as if she had come from ages past, past death,

as the one to be my darling and my bride,
as if our lives had been secretly set
and my feelings and surprise I could not hide
at that moment when we met

and to her I was immediately drawn
while we shook hands in goodwill
on that late starlit dawn
and today I remember that night still,

the brightness of her sweet smile,
how her eyes did me from all other girls beguile.


[Reference: “She was a phantom of delight” by William Wordsworth.]

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