O'er the red hearth of Time Leans the fire-maker. Men's lives are fagots bound That serve this fagot breaker, Bowed o'er his flame-bride, Breathing till he wake her. His head blots out the stars. He leans across all heaven. Earth steams up with prayer. Sunset pleads replevin. Men are the fagot fuel Bound in his bavin. He feeds the fire of Time Whose flames are bliss and weeping. He leans across the world When the world is sleeping, Fanning with soft breath The watch-fire he is keeping. But still his flame-bride sleeps Whose raiment is of wonder. Faint flickerings show her face. She stirs in sleep thereunder, Until she rise in lightnings And shake the world with thunder. Enormous on the night, The shadow of her lover Bows across voids of space And feeds the flames above her; Men's lives his fagot fuel, His passion strong to move her. He kneels before the hearth Of Time, beyond all seeing. Each heart-beat of his heart He breathes into her being. The small red flames and gold He fans, their smoke upfleeing. In the accomplished time Of man's long desolation, At last her waking sigh Shall pulse through every nation. The flames shall soar, and roar her Risen o'er all creation! O'er the red hearth of Time Leans the fire-maker, Men's lives the fagots bound That serve this fagot breaker, Justice his flame-born bride, Still slumbering till he wake her! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR ARCTURUS IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE YOUR HANDS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE MY SHADOW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON JOLLY NOSE by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH A SONG FOR MY FELLOWS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |