MANY years have I still to burn, detained Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine. And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life, What matter the stuff I lick up in my living flame, Seeing I keep in the fire-core, inviolate, A night where she dreams my dreams for me, ever the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER THE WHARF by IDA COLE BARTLATT BYROAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ROGER'S SONG, FR. MIDSUMMER EVE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY GIBBON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: HERITAGE by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS NEIGHBOR NELLY by ROBERT BARNABAS BROUGH CLEVEDON VERSES: 9. THE VOICES OF NATURE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |