EVER perilous And precious, like an ember from the fire Or gem from a volcano, we to-day When the drums of war reverberate in the land And every face is for the battle blacked -- No less the sky, that over sodden woods Menaces now in the disconsolate calm The hurly-burly of the hurricane, Do now most fitly celebrate your day. Yet amid turmoil keep for me, my dear, The kind domestic faggot. Let the hearth Shine ever as (I praise my honest gods) In peace and tempest it has ever shone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by ROBERT FROST THE DRUM by JOHN SCOTT (1730-1783) THE SONG OF A TRAVELLER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING by ISAAC WATTS ON MICHAEL ANGELO by WASHINGTON ALLSTON |