After the fire has died and left but smoldering embers, So changed as to belie their other shape and name, No one who sees the powdery ash remembers What shapes went through that baptism of flame. When mortal life is doomed for burning, It may live on though scorched and seared, But dried are fonts of feeling and sweet yearning. Does one remember that which disappeared? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY GARDEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 47 by PHILIP SIDNEY NEAR DOVER, SEPTEMBER 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 60. AL-MU'HID by EDWIN ARNOLD THE JAY WALKER by BERTON BRALEY |