EVER perilous And precious, like an ember from the fire Or gem from a volcano, we to-day When the drums of war reverberate in the land And every face is for the battle blacked -- No less the sky, that over sodden woods Menaces now in the disconsolate calm The hurly-burly of the hurricane, Do now most fitly celebrate your day. Yet amid turmoil keep for me, my dear, The kind domestic faggot. Let the hearth Shine ever as (I praise my honest gods) In peace and tempest it has ever shone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH |