They held a green unburnt desire. They held it long and let it burn. The burn they cast into the fire. They looked and saw an ash to learn. They learned the ash. They set it down And threw the other part away. And when they turned, the ash had blown. The ash had come but not to stay. They brushed the stone. They fired the green, And from the green there rose a flame, And from the flame there was a dream, And in the dream the ash again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I PAY MY DEBT FOR LAFAYETTE AND ROCHAMBEAU' by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEED OF BEING VERSED IN COUNTRY THINGS by ROBERT FROST YUSSOUF by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 24. AR-RAFI by EDWIN ARNOLD ON EDWARD WEBBE, ENGLISH GUNNER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THOMAS A KEMPIS: DE IMITATIONE CHRISTI by RICHARD ROGERS BOWKER |