The Lantern and the Lighthouse

I placed the little lanthorn on the ruin's hearth,
Lit the candle within,
Closed the glass door.

I remembered the pain of the unwanted birth
Of the still-born baby once within,
The death of that dream, and of more.

As the baby to him who sired it in his mirth,
So the is the lanthorn to the chamber within
The light-house where he dwells upon the shore.

To this spell, one is the other, as the earth
Is but a ball of dirt within
The beetle's grasp, that pushes it along the floor.

The earth is, or else the Sun,
I forget now, what the 'gyptians said,
Only that they showed me how the score...

Must be repaid - the black crimes done by one,
Push beetle, roll earth, break lantern, 'tis said!
I take the stone and he who called me whore...

Smash glass, flare light, die Son,
(The lighthouse keeper's son, those lies had said),
He damned me before all, until their roar....

Was "the adulteress, and witch is done!"
"Drive her from our god fearing lives", they said,
I was no witch then, but that was before.

As small be crushed let great thing too be gone,
As lantern, so lighthouse,
As babe, so man.