On the Heart s Beginning to Cloud the Mind

That was maintained against the night, It seemed to me, by the people there, It would flutter and fall in half an hour But my heart was beginning to cloud my mind. That far light flickers because of trees. The people can burn it as long as they please They can leave it to someone else to tend. I should find it no more no less intense. When one will say, 'Let us put it out.' They can keep it burning as long as they please They can put it out whenever they please. One looks out last from the...