Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DRAFT, by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS Poet's Biography First Line: My hearth is bright Last Line: But it draws my soul on high! Subject(s): Fire | ||||||||
My hearth is bright With ruddy light; The cheery flames aspire. The wood's brave soul Glows in the coal, And constant burns the fire. But, narrowing back, The fireplace black Confines the flame's clear will, And dark and high To the silent sky The chimney rises still. A gloomy frame For the eager flame, And a gloomy upward way; But light and heat, And the fire complete, These narrowing bonds obey. So my fortunes dim, And my sorrows grim That press all darkly nigh, Their draft austere I fight and fear, But it draws my soul on high! | 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 A BATTLE SONG (WRITTEN IN THE WORLD WAR) by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS |
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