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Excerpt from Candle Flame: A Play, (for Reading Only) Like aromatic wax your genius bums. Is it the wholesome bayberry I scent, Or subtile pungence of the Orient? Swift in your thoughts, as in enchanted urns, The seething, pregnant substance deftly turns To quickening shapes. So, dipped in images, Molded by art, the beauty you express Becomes a candle for which the dark Earth yearns. But the flame! Was it kindled in the East, By the lavish Persian rose whose petals are Florescent fires? Or was it just a star Touched your taper and blessed it for the feast? How the ochre rose fades to ashen night, And still the silver flame spirals its light! Charles Pearson Anthony. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.