A fire is such a thing as might be known As some stern landmark or as mystery Some apt inheritance, or gift from those Who clogged the stream of all our history. Some pert reminder this—in yellow flames Of wolves and caves. Some few forgotten years May fall away, and rugged winds without Wail through new nights a course of ghostly fears. A pioneer cabin marking in the pines A new defiance to some empty place, A beacon fire on some distant hill A light upon the edge of barren space. A fireside remakes all heritage Recharts old instincts, roots up ancient fears And leaves the hearth and all who sit beside Content with warmth and safety from the years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR THE PICTURE (VENUS RECLINING) by EZRA POUND LEAVING THE HARBOR by LOUIS UNTERMEYER IDYLLS OF THE KING: BALIN AND BALAN by ALFRED TENNYSON FIRST OF MAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO A HIGHLAND GIRL; AT INVERSNAID, UPON LOCH LOMOND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |