My candle burned alone in an immense valley. My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew. Until the wind blew. Then beams of the huge night Then beams of the huge night Converged upon its image, Converged upon its image, Until the wind blew. Until the wind blew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN ERICSSON DAY MEMORIAL, 1918 by CARL SANDBURG THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON IMPROMPTU ON CHARLES II (2) by JOHN WILMOT |