Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by. I muse at how its being puts blissful back With yellowy moisture mild night's blear-all black, Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye By that window what task what fingers ply, I plod wondering, a-wanting, just for lack Of answer the eagerer a-wanting Jessy or Jack There God to aggrandize, God to glorify. Come you indoors, come home; your fading fire Mend first and vital candle in close heart's vault: You there are master, do your own desire; What hinders? Are you beam-blind, yet to a fault In a neighbour deft-handed? Are you that liar And, cast by conscience out, spendsavour salt? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOZART'S REQUIEM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS RIDDLE: A STAR by MOTHER GOOSE THE IRISH MOTHER'S LAMENT by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER PACCHIAROTTO AND HOW HE WORKED IN DISTEMPER by ROBERT BROWNING A BALLAD OF DEAD GIRLS by DANA BURNET MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: TO THEOPHILUS HOWARD by THOMAS CAMPION |