C. T. Suddeth

Oh, Dark Lady, Oh

Charles Suddeth

Forever shalt thou dwell

In the halls of the Dark Lady,

Who surely recalls thy face,

And often praises thy name.

Thou shalt remember everything,

And speak highly of the sun.

She bears thee through the night,

And lets thee land without harm.

She shall whisper to thee secrets,

That only the blessed may hear,

Names of those who came first,

And those who must follow thee.

Thou shalt abide the weeping,

Rejoice in that glorious new night.

When the Lady’s horn doth blow,

Depart with head held high.