Fire By Emily Dickinson

Fire By Emily Dickinson Ashes denote that fire was; Respect the grayest pile For the departed creature’s sake That hovered there awhile. Fire exists the first in light, And then consolidates, — Only the chemist can disclose Into what carbonates. Copyright © by the owner. Discover More Poetry

Wood Smoke By Herbert Jones

Wood Smoke By Herbert Jones One evening as the dusk came softly down, Walking along a road outside the town I watched the sunset burning low and red, And heard the leaves a-rustling, dry and dead, Harried by breezes to their wintry bed. By chance I passed a fire beside the way, With small flames […]

The Bonfire By Ruby Archer

The Bonfire By Ruby Archer Ho—gather the pine-cones And build a great fire, And fling all your sorrows To burn on the pyre. Bethink you of legends Of mining or deer, And make the night merry With idle good cheer. These little brown wizards Have spells in their bones. Their crackle is laughter, So pile […]

XVIII. The Fireside By Christopher Pearse Cranch

XVIII. The Fireside By Christopher Pearse Cranch With what a live intelligence the flame Glows and leaps up in spires of flickering red, And turns the coal just now so dull and dead To a companion — not like those who came To weary me with iteration tame Of idle talk in shallow fancies bred. […]

By The Fire-Place By Arthur Franklin Fuller

By The Fire-Place By Arthur Franklin Fuller When the days are getting shorter, When the nights are long and chill, With my cares and work forgotten, And the whole world hushed and still— Then I love to make a fire, Watch the flamelets dance and race, For things are mighty cozy, By the fire-place. I […]

The Old Hickory Wood Fire By Evander A. Crewson

The Old Hickory Wood Fire By Evander A. Crewson As I sit by the stove, all polished and nickeled, Where a carpet of velvet covers the floor, I reckon I ought to feel wonderfully tickled While the wind thumps and bangs at the door; Yes, ought to feel glad—so much to admire, But it all […]

At The Fireside By John Davis Long

At The Fireside By John Davis Long At nightfall by the firelight’s cheer My little Margaret sits me near, And begs me tell of things that were When I was little, just like her. Ah, little lips, you touch the spring Of sweetest sad remembering; And hearth and heart flash all aglow With ruddy tints […]