The Lamp burns sure-within Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 233 The Lamp burns sure-within- Tho’ Serfs-supply the Oil- It matters not the busy Wick- At her phosphoric toil! The Slave-forgets-to fill- The Lamp-burns golden-on- Unconscious that the oil is out- As that the Slave-is gone. Related posts: Ideals are the Fairly Oil Exhilaration – is within Who Court obtain within Himself Within my reach! suprusr Published in Poems
