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 on the cones.
But bright eyes are near you
With sparkle and dart.
Beware, lest the pine-cones
Enkindle a heart!

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