'REFUSE, refrain: for this is not the love <br />The Annunciation Angel warned you of; <br />This is the little candle, not the sun; <br />It burns, but will not warm, unhappy one!' <br /> <br />'But ah! suppose the sun should never shine, <br />Then what an anguish of regret were mine <br />To know that even from this I turned away! <br />Candles may serve, if there should be no day.' <br /> <br />'Nay, better to go cold your whole life long <br />Than do the sun, than do your soul such wrong: <br />And if the sun shine not, be life's the blame <br />And yours the pride, who scorned the meaner flame.'<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/retro-santhanas/
