THEY lit a fire within their land that long was ashes cold, With splendid dreams they made it glow, threw in their hearts of gold. They saw thy slowly paling cheek and knew thy failing breath, They bade thee live once more, Kathleen, who wert so nigh to death. And who dare quench the sacred fire, and who dare give them blame, Since he who draws too near the glow shall break into a flame? They lit a beacon in their land, built of the souls of men, To make thee warm once more, Kathleen, to bid thee live again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LOVE IN THE WINDS by RICHARD HOVEY A BROADWAY PAGEANT by WALT WHITMAN THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO -- OCCASIONED BY HIS POEM ON THE SUN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE POWERFUL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |