"All effort is vain; and the planet called Faith
Sinks down; and no power is real but death.
"O light me a torch in the deepening dark
So my sick soul may follow, my sad heart may mark!"—
And then in the darkness the answer!—It came
From Earth, not from Heaven—a glimmering flame,
Behold; at my feet! In the shadow it shone
Mysteriously lovely and dimly alone:
An ember; a sparkle of dew and of glower;
Like the lamp that a spirit hangs under a flower: