ContemplativeJoseph CampbellSic TransitI lit my tallow An hour ago, And now it is burning Dark and low. The glimmer lengthens And turns about, Sinks in the sconce-- Then flickers out!
ContemplativeJoseph CampbellA Sheep-Dog Barks on the MountainA sheepdog barks on the mountain, The night is fallen cold; The shepherd blinks at his fire, The sheep are in the fold. The moon comes white and quiet Into the winter sky; And nothing walks the valley To-night but you and I.