Black Candles

By YETZA GILLESPIE

WHEN the black candles of the night
Are set again before time's portal,
The ancient ones—the furry-footed,
And such of these as being mortal
Yet have at heart a space of midnight
Lit by old 9tars they never saw,
Find an old path along the margin
And follow it past proven law,
Back to the sphinx, the pyramids
Of mystery and old delight,
A way that only can be found
By the black candles of the night