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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Holy Light

John Hall Wheelock

WHERE Life like a candle burns

In the darkness of the night,

Moth-like my lost spirit yearns

Nearer in his circling flight.

Luringly her beauty draws

Onward with each shuddering breath,

Till I flutter, till I pause

In the radiance of death.

I am flaming, I am fled—

All around you reigns the night;

But my agony has fed

You a moment, holy light!