LOWER, lower burn thou fire; Lessen in the dark'ning room; Sad I watch thy rays expire. Thou the last I light at home. O my heart give way, and break; Wander not an exile forth; Die, ere thou thy home forsake, Be as cold as is thy hearth. The hearth that glow'd for mine, and me, Never more must I renew; But a stranger it will be That must kindle it anew. Lower, lower, burns the fire; Pass'd the flame that leap'd and shone; There, the ruddy gleams expire, There, the last weak spark is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN LYNCHED by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. PSALM 61 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE GIACINTA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A SWEET PASTORAL by NICHOLAS BRETON |