The world's light shines, shine as it will,
The world will love its darkness still.
I doubt though when the world's in hell,
It will not love its darkness half so well.
More verses by Richard Crashaw
- Divine Epigrams: To Our Lord, Upon The Water Made Wine
- An Epitaph Upon Husband And Wife
- To Our Lord, Upon The Water Made Wine
- Upon Ford's Two Tragedies
- The Widow's Mites