At Candle-Lighting

by John Vance Cheney

John Vance Cheney

I think it better to believe,

And be even as the children, they

The children of the early day,

Who let the kindly dream deceive,

And joyed in all the mind may weave

Of dear conceit—better, I say,

To let wild fancy have her way,

To trust her than to know and grieve.

A poet of old Colophon

A notion held I think was right,

No matter how or whence he gat it:

The stars are snuffed out every dawn,

And newly lighted every night.

I hope to catch the angels at it.

Last updated January 14, 2019