In Vocation

I am the Watcher at the Threshold
I guard the House of Heaven's gate
I am the least of the brave and bold
I hold the emblems of their fate

Further or farther, I am a line
From which Destiny's weight depends
Heavier or higher, not my design
Through which the working-out descends

I am a fire upon the Hill
I sear the gaze of Shadow's spawn
I am the knight at the old windmill
I wait the coming of the morn

Leaner or longer, my life extends
The contrast burns in every line
Darker or deeper, the flame transcends
The half-light of the dark design