Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE CAMPFIRE, by MARGARET ADELAIDE WILSON



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THE CAMPFIRE, by                    
First Line: Until that eve I never knew you
Last Line: Just you and I: outside the night!
Subject(s): Camping; Fire; Camps; Summer Camps


UNTIL that eve I never knew you;
It had been weariest of days,
Some homely trivial errand drew you
Into my campfire's blaze.
You, who like me had paused to rest
Upon the trail of your far quest.

You knelt to stir the sullen embers;
The light caught cheek and chin and brow—
How dear the soul of love remembers!
Why I can see you even now—
The wearied mystery of your eyes,
Deep shadowed as the circling skies;

Can see the desert, silent, lonely,
The camp beside its brackish well,
All dream-like, dim, in which two only
Seemed set apart by some strange spell.
Within a magic ring of light
Just you and I: outside the night!





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