You who are so mighty, crimson salamander, hear me once more. I lay among the half-burned sticks at the edge of the fire. The fiend was creeping in. I felt the cold tips of fingers -- O crimson salamander! Give me one little flame, one! that I may bind it protectingly about the wrist of him that flung me here, here upon the very center! This is my song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIRIT OF THE SABBATH by ISIDORE G. ASCHER THE WORKING MAN'S SONG by JOHN STUART BLACKIE TO MY SWEETHEART by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE OVER THE WINTRY THRESHOLD by BLISS CARMAN THE AVENGER: INCIDENT IN ITALY by SAMUEL CARTER |