LOWER, lower burn thou fire; Lessen in the dark'ning room; Sad I watch thy rays expire. Thou the last I light at home. O my heart give way, and break; Wander not an exile forth; Die, ere thou thy home forsake, Be as cold as is thy hearth. The hearth that glow'd for mine, and me, Never more must I renew; But a stranger it will be That must kindle it anew. Lower, lower, burns the fire; Pass'd the flame that leap'd and shone; There, the ruddy gleams expire, There, the last weak spark is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARADISE by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER WOODS IN WINTER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW POOR [OR, COCK] ROBIN by MOTHER GOOSE RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SS. SIMON & JUDE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |