I read this first as a chapter epigraph in Gaudy Night. It’s great, isn’t it?
from “The Second Brother: an Unfinished Drama,” by Thomas Lovell Beddoes.
…Love? Do I love? I walk
Within the brilliance of another’s thought,
As in a glory. I was dark before,
As Venus’ chapel in the black of night:
But there was something holy in the darkness,
Softer and not so thick as other where;
And, as rich moonlight may be to the blind,
Unconsciously consoling. Then love came,
Like the out-bursting of a trodden star…