Make we a fire in the dark Numb flesh to warm, A little flame, a spark How shall it harm? There is light on your face and mine— The shades retire— Our arms meet and entwine Around the fire, Our flickering wind blown fire. With store of burr and weed Up-pile it higher! What tho' the bared arm bleed, The muscle tire! Feed it—a rising fire! The night is red with flame— Our lips creep nigher— Your eyes have rendered tame The white hot fire, The passionate full fire! It holds smooth, time-worn stakes Set up to shew How far when Tempest wakes The tide shall go— It leaps and lays them low! * * * * The light ash smoulders fast, The sparks expire, Lo! all the heat is past From out our fire— Our sudden wondrous fire. The ground lies blistered, bare— The starlight dies. Dawn comes to shew you there Against the skies, With dull smoke reddened eyes. Burnt branches—split and charred— I place my hand Upon them—It is hard To understand That these made once our fire, Our fierce and driving fire. Burnt flowers—once white and red Dead buds unborn— The rose's purer head With vetch uptorn— The lily with the thorn. The dew damp scarf, the gem Set deep in gold— Your garment's broidered hem Sore stained with mould— The cup you could not hold. We gave our hearts' best store, Our richest prize— Remaineth nothing more To sacrifice— Nought precious in our eyes!