Lamps

And I see my way now
As if someone were
Just ahead of me 
Holding a lamp - I have
Its radiance not only
Lighting my feet but
I see the road's shape
Ahead just before it
Reaches that bend, but
My spirit is hovering there -
I see her wave
And beckon, her eyes
Lit up as if with
Delight at what she
Sees around the corner,
She sparkles, and
Urges me on - what with
The lamp being held
Here and her lambent
Eyes there, I am
Well lit indeed, this
Traveller gifted with
Friends along her road.

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