The Sage made her a sign to follow, and these two tender companions accompanied her who saw them not, walking darkling by the silent way.

I walked into the heart of the shrubberies two or three times, not seeing a step before me, till I came out upon the broader carriage-road, where the trees opened a little, and there was a faint gray glimmer of sky visible, under which the great limes and elms stood darkling like ghosts; but it grew black again as I approached the corner where the ruins lay.

My trembling soul; Though bitter, bitter is the night Whose darkling clouds this moment round me roll. "Had I but listened to your plea, I ne'er had met Disaster; though this life be lost to me, Let not your ban upon my soul be set.

" And suddenly from cloudy heavens came down the darkling night And in his melancholy mood the captive left the height.

And when one summer evening they paid their vows again, They heard the alarum ring to arms across the darkling plain; For the foes' approach had roused the watch and caused the war-like sound.

Of the uplifted moorlands which are a part of the mystery of the west, of the forests, of the greenwood, of the meads, of the laughing coast, white as with dawn in the east, darkling in the west, I know not how to speak, for in England of my heart we take them for granted and are satisfied.

Out over meadow or lake region begins a little darkling of the sky,no cloud, no wind, just a smokiness such as spirits materialize from in witch stories.

We had heard the heavy denotation of the slide about the hour of the alpenglow, a pale rosy interval in a darkling air, and judged he must have come from hunting to the ruined cliff and paced the night out before it, crying a very human woe.

Reaching my office, I sought to engage myself with the papers of an approaching suit, but it was impossible to ignore the darkling cloud of disaster which impended.

When mighty sea-winds madly blow, And tear the scattered waves; As still as summer woods, below Lie darkling ocean caves: The wind of words may toss my heart, But what is that to me! 'Tis but a surface stormThou art

He sees outspread the wide sea-beach, all sparkling With coral sand and many-tinted shells, While high above, in tropic rankness darkling, A cloud of verdure ever-brooding dwells, With growing wonder and delight the stranger, While his swift shallop nears the enchanted strand, Sees the white surf cleared with one flash of danger, And a broad portal opening through the land.

As light clouds athwart the sun, So cares and fears float darkling o'er my soul.

Night hath now descended darkling, Holy star is linked to star; Sovereign fires, or faintly sparkling, Glitter near and shine afar; Glitter here lake-mirror'd, yonder Shine adown the clear night sky; Sealing bliss of perfect slumber, Reigns the moon's full majesty.

As before all he glows and sparkles, No fame, no glory but grows dim, Even the name of Faustus darkles!

Northward, a forest darkled, whose glades of brightness I could not see.

But he had a lanthorn in his hand, and he did not see me, being as I was darkling."

Suspicion lurks With darkling treachery in every nook.

She peered out of the darkling window, through the stirring tendrils, for some time, and then went very cautiously and opened the bedroom door and listened....

It came to Bensington's mind with a complete novelty of realisation that in all probability the man had been killed and eaten, at least in part, by the monster that now lay dead there in the darkling.

On a darkling plain.

(In Strange stories, Apr. 1940) © 1Feb40; B444838. August Derleth (A); 29Jun67; R413656. Here on a darkling plain.

Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above themere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthemsin the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.

All us girls think it ever so romantic, and we call you sometimes the lord of the realm, and when we see you walking through the darkling wood at evenfall we say, ‘My lord is brooding upon the treasure chests.’

The air is fresh and it darkles, And smoothly flows the Rhine; The peak of the mountain sparkles In the fading sunset-shine.

What seek'st thou in this darkling hour?