I watched a log in the fire-place burning, Wrapped in flame like a winding sheet, Giving again with splendid largesse The sun's long gift of treasured heat. Giving again in the fire's low music The sound of wind on an autumn night, And the gold of many a summer sunrise Garnered and given out in light. I watched a log in the fire-place burning -- Oh if I too could only be Sure to give back the love and laughter That life so freely gave to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD GAZELLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH OLD SAUGATUCK MILL by GRACE JEWETT AUSTIN THE BALLAD OF BITTER FRUIT by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |