I Often Think My Heart Quite Dark

I oft' think my heart quite dark,

But there is yet a spark;

Of Shiva, Saturn's cart

Which lovely play their part.

Yet there are some of those

Hearts not of Shiva's clothes

That make Ginnungagap weep

For there is darkness of the deep

And the darkness far beyond,

One is a but a sternly friend,

To the other I say; be gone.