Poems (Van Vorst)/The Watch
THE WATCH
By candle-light when every fine flame played About your bed so long and cold and white,—I sat and kept my watch, and wept and prayed By candle-light.
Till memories a holy, holy flight Came back from our far childhood's years, and stayed Touching us with their wings. And to thy bright
High presence, "I will be all days" (I said) "A torch to hold thy spirit's flame aright." This was the tender promise that I made By candle-light.