DEAR sweet, when dusk comes up the hill, The fire leaps high with golden prongs; I place along the chimneysill The tiny candles of my songs. And though unsteadily they burn, As evening shades from gray to blue Like candles they will surely learn To shine more clear, for love of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUINES OF ROME by JOACHIM DU BELLAY WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING EPIGRAM ON MY WEDDING DAY: TO PENELOPE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LINES WRITTEN TO HIS WIFE [WHILE ON A VISIT TO UPPER INDIA] by REGINALD HEBER THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL POCAHONTAS by GEORGE POPE MORRIS |