You who are so mighty, crimson salamander, hear me once more. I lay among the half-burned sticks at the edge of the fire. The fiend was creeping in. I felt the cold tips of fingers -- O crimson salamander! Give me one little flame, one! that I may bind it protectingly about the wrist of him that flung me here, here upon the very center! This is my song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 3 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 2. AR-RAHMAN by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 36. GOLD THE PICKLOCK by PHILIP AYRES THE HWOMESTEAD by WILLIAM BARNES ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (5) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PEACE ON EARTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SUMMER by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY |