DEAR sweet, when dusk comes up the hill, The fire leaps high with golden prongs; I place along the chimneysill The tiny candles of my songs. And though unsteadily they burn, As evening shades from gray to blue Like candles they will surely learn To shine more clear, for love of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by SABINE BARING-GOULD THE LAND OF DREAMS by WILLIAM BLAKE TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE HOME, SWEET HOME, FR. CLARI, THE MAID OF MILAN by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE AS NIGHT COMES by CHARLES G. ADAMS |