The Candle
THE CANDLE
That I might read my page, I lit thee. Sought thy light
To bring to my dark room, and to my inner sight,
Radiance of knowledge. In vain. Immersed in dreaming
I saw naught but thy glow, perceived no other gleaming.
Then I regarded thee. Thy flame, to the still night given,
Ros like a sentient soul, rose like a passion, driven
Upwards in strength and might, seeking heaven with its fire,
Crying aloud to me: " Here rises thine own desire!
Here is the page immortal knowledge holding,
The book of books all ancient lore enfolding;
Wisdom of Thales, Plato, Paul and Christ anointed, —
To that true light is my small flaming pointed. "
That I might read my page, I lit thee. Sought thy light
To bring to my dark room, and to my inner sight,
Radiance of knowledge. In vain. Immersed in dreaming
I saw naught but thy glow, perceived no other gleaming.
Then I regarded thee. Thy flame, to the still night given,
Ros like a sentient soul, rose like a passion, driven
Upwards in strength and might, seeking heaven with its fire,
Crying aloud to me: " Here rises thine own desire!
Here is the page immortal knowledge holding,
The book of books all ancient lore enfolding;
Wisdom of Thales, Plato, Paul and Christ anointed, —
To that true light is my small flaming pointed. "
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