But Men Loved Darkness Rather Than Light (Richard Crashaw)

I'd never heard of this poet before, but he's from the 1600s, so it would seem as though I should have. In this short poem of his, there is some rhyming, few images or 'pretty' language and, honestly, it seems rather like a puritan lesson. A be careful what you wish for, kind of thing.

Honestly, it's pretty boring. No?

Favorite line: "shine as it will"