Fire, fire, fire, fire! Lo here I burn in such desire That all the tears that I can strain Out of mine idly empty brain Cannot allay my scorching pain. Come Trent, and Humber, and fair Thames, Drear Ocean, haste with all thy streams; And, if you cannot quench my fire, O drown both me and my desire. Fire, fire, fire, fire! There is no hell to my desire: See, all the Rivers backward fly, And the Ocean doth his waves deny, For fear my heat should drink them dry. Come, heavenly showers, then, pouring down; Came, you that once the world did drown: Some then you spared, but now save all, That else must burn, and with me fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. A LOVER'S PLEA by THOMAS CAMPION MY NOVEMBER GUEST by ROBERT FROST THE LOW-BACKED CAR by SAMUEL LOVER MAUBERLEY: 5. MEDALLION by EZRA POUND THE LOVE OF GOD by ELIZA SCUDDER THE DAY-DREAM: MORAL by ALFRED TENNYSON |