By sum of vowels and consonants I could not call her name. Yet always I can see her face Wherever there is flame. When I watch clouds that burn away Along the edge of night, Tripping she comes down flickering lanes And dances in the light. She wore the colors tamed by him Who was the god of fire. Logi was present at her birth. His gift was wild desire. She feared the quiet of the dark And laughed when lightning flashed To break the calm. She clapped her hands When thunder rolled and crashed. Though now she lies where dark winds blow And shadowy webs are spun, Her spirit dwells in light, and still She's minstrel of the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST TO FINE LADY WOULD-BE by BEN JONSON IL PLEUT DOUCEMENT SUR LA VILLE by PAUL VERLAINE SONNET: TO SLEEP by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE LOST COLORS by MARY A. BARR A SONG FOR NEW YEAR'S EVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |