Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by. <br />I muse at how its being puts blissful back <br />With yellowy moisture mild night’s blear-all black, <br />Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye. <br />By that window what task what fingers ply, <br />I plod wondering, a-wanting, just for lack <br />Of answer the eagerer a-wanting Jessy or Jack <br />There God to aggrándise, God to glorify.— <br /> <br />Come you indoors, come home; your fading fire <br />Mend first and vital candle in close heart’s vault: <br />You there are master, do your own desire; <br />What hinders? Are you beam-blind, yet to a fault <br />In a neighbour deft-handed? Are you that liar <br />And, cast by conscience out, spendsavour salt?<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-candle-indoors/
