The Candle Indoors
Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by
I muse at how its being puts blissful
With yellowy moisture mild night's blear-all black,
Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye
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Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by
I muse at how its being puts blissful
With yellowy moisture mild night's blear-all black,
Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye
Of chased Gold, asyou told me to,
Mother,
I shaped the Candlestick, out of whichshe darkens for me in the midst offracturing
Being-Dead’s Daughter
O Candle
Why does the moth love you
Why is this restless soul devoted to you
Your charm keeps it restless like mercury Did you teach it the etiquette of Love