Poetry Rhyme Time

Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.

Taken from Sarah William’s The Old Astronomer, this is one I come back to again and again. It will probably end up on my body in the form of a tattoo one day.

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