My Gift

In my hand is a flaming torch!
The day is no part of mine,
Save that it knock at my heart.
I have retreated, becoming a communer
With things as they are, unlit
By man's contamination.
In my hand is a flaming torch!
This I present the day in sign
Of my faith in it, and he who walks
Beside me, or comes within its radiance
Is not denied-Light!
In my hand is a flaming torch,
Which I present the day-
It is my love!