A fire is such a thing as might be known As some stern landmark or as mystery Some apt inheritance, or gift from those Who clogged the stream of all our history. Some pert reminder this—in yellow flames Of wolves and caves. Some few forgotten years May fall away, and rugged winds without Wail through new nights a course of ghostly fears. A pioneer cabin marking in the pines A new defiance to some empty place, A beacon fire on some distant hill A light upon the edge of barren space. A fireside remakes all heritage Recharts old instincts, roots up ancient fears And leaves the hearth and all who sit beside Content with warmth and safety from the years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES OPPORTUNITY by JOHN JAMES INGALLS AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN REDBEAST by SAMUEL ROGERS ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA by HENRY WOTTON |