After the Power Failure
The sun was fine , but it was down .
I turned on the light and went on working as before ,
Thinking to have driven out the night ,
And offering private thanks to civilization .
Suddenly , darkness triumphed ,
And the good old world went out .
But I took courage and lit my small candle .
The room thus lit , I continued working ,
Without losing heart , but longing twice as much for the sun.
Next day , I awoke to brilliant daylight ,
Found my candle still standing on the desk .
I examined it : the wax was spent ,
And tears ran down on either side .
I knew then how many gusts of wind it had
Survived that one night .
Gratefully I put it aside ,
Paying silent tribute to this miniature graveyard .