Some Candle Clear Burns Somewhere I Come By. I Muse At How Its Being Puts Blissful Back With Yellowy Moisture Mild Night'S Blear-All Black, Or To-Fro Tender Trambeams Truckle At The Eye. By That Window What Task What Fingers Ply, I Plod Wondering, A-Wanting, Just For Lack Of Answer The Eagerer A-Wanting Jessy Or Jack There God To Aggr'Ndise, God To Glorify. - Come You Indoors, Come Home; Your Fading Fire Mend First And Vital Candle In Close Heart'S Vault: You There Are Master, Do Your Own Desire; What Hinders? Are You Beam-Blind, Yet To A Fault In A Neighbour Deft-Handed? Are You That Liar And Cast By Conscience Out, Spendsavour Salt?