Embers, Embers, in the night, Glow again with flaring light. Burn the purple into crimson, Lift the curtain for our sight. Once again we see the past Like a vision calm and vast Warriors intrepid, bold, Craving neither land nor gold; Women who could rule a home When their lords abroad must roam; Who could make the rude skin tent With home-spirit redolent; Youth and maid with eyes downcast Wander in the misty past; All-subdued by Love's mad flame, Unpossessed by fear nor shame; Fighting, feasting, chase, and dance Challenge, beckon, and entrance, While the tent with well-spread board Offers welcome to its hoard; Stately worship passes by— "Waken Tanka"—Mystery— Thralls the spirit, bows the will, Girds the soul for pending ill. Embers, Embers, keep your glow. In the night wind's eerie flow Send far forth this lovely vision Embers, Embers, keep your glow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR GEORGE MOORE by MARIANNE MOORE THE CHINESE LAUNDRYMAN by KAREN SWENSON CITY VIGNETTE: DAWN by SARA TEASDALE |