

DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL
St John Of the Cross On a dark night, Kindled in love with yearnings– oh, happy chance!–
I went forth without being observed, My house being now at rest. In darkness and secure, By the secret ladder, disguised–oh, happy chance!–
In darkness and in concealment, My house being now at rest. In the happy night, In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught, Without light or guide, save that which burned in my
heart. This light guided me More surely than the light of noonday