Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AT THE FIRESIDE, by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS



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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!





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