THE fire of love in youthful blood, Like what is kindled in brushwood, But for a moment burns; Yet in that moment makes a mighty noise; It crackles, and to vapor turns, And soon itself destroys. But when crept into aged veins It slowly burns, and then long remains, And with a silent heat, Like fire in logs, it glows and warms 'em long, And though the flame be not so great, Yet is the heat as strong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR VILLAGE IN LATE SUMMER by CARL SANDBURG |