Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT THE FIRESIDE, by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS Poet's Biography First Line: I love the dusky twilight hour Last Line: Might die as soon to its last spark! Subject(s): Fire | ||||||||
I LOVE the dusky twilight hour When at my fireside I sit, And watch its jaws of flame outpour, Light, graceful forms, which upward flit. Like living flowers swift they rise, Where its red heart most deeply glows, And deck, like maids with laughing eyes, Their breasts with a golden rose. Their curls -- gay, glitt'ring serpents sleek -- Mount writhing, dart toward me, And breathe upon my faded cheek Youth's vanished sorcery. And higher mid the radiance, see, Their arms they stretch into the night, In a wild dance of elfin glee Which stirs the heart with keen delight. While burning kisses fervid glow, And still the whirling dance goes on, Ere longing doth fulfilment know -- By their own flames consumed, they're gone. My head upon my hand I rest, Gaze at the hearth, so dull, so dark; Would that the fire within my breast Might die as soon to its last spark! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN TO A YOUNG LADY by MAURICE BARING OUR DRIFTWOOD FIRE by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE NIGHT FIRE by CLAUDE MCKAY WATER, WINTER, FIRE by MARVIN BELL THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH SAMSON PREDICTS FROM GAZA THE PHILADELPHIA FIRE by LUCILLE CLIFTON ALADDIN LAMP by MADELINE DEFREES |
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