I accept the candle handed to me out of the dark where I hear the thunder of Roman troops. The candle is lit, floating down from over the heads of the fighters against Rome. I place it in a candle holder and set the light beside my bed. In its ray the thunderous troops recede. I pick up a history of the Jews and read. My story. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A GIRL'S THOUGHTS by ISAAC ROSENBERG VARIATIONS ON A THEME: ROMANCE by EDITH SITWELL |