Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас)
The Inverted Torch
Threading a darksome passage all alone, The taper's flame, by envious current blown, Crouched low, and eddied round, as in affright, So challenged by the vast and hostile night, Then down I held the taper; — swift and fain Up climbed the lovely flower of light again! Thou Kindler of the spark of life divine, Be henceforth the Inverted Torch a sign That, though the flame beloved thou dost depress, Thou wilt not speed it into nothingness; But out of nether gloom wilt reinspire, And homeward lift the keen empyreal fire!
Edith Matilda Thomas’s other poems:
- How the Christmas Tree Was Brought to Nome
- The Procession of the Kings
- The Witch’s Child
- The Little Girl from Town
- Her Christmas Present
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