My hearth is bright With ruddy light; The cheery flames aspire. The wood's brave soul Glows in the coal, And constant burns the fire. But, narrowing back, The fireplace black Confines the flame's clear will, And dark and high To the silent sky The chimney rises still. A gloomy frame For the eager flame, And a gloomy upward way; But light and heat, And the fire complete, These narrowing bonds obey. So my fortunes dim, And my sorrows grim That press all darkly nigh, Their draft austere I fight and fear, But it draws my soul on high! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALEXANDER THROCKMORTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GEORGE GRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |