Looking Fire

The snow falls soft and thick. My cedar bough

Sways up and down, and scratches on the glass.

The wind sighs in the chimney, as I sit,

With elbows on my knees, before the fire,

Resting a crumpled chin in hollow’d palms.

There is great trouble in the cold and dark;

And other girls shrink off and steal away,

To crouch in lonely rooms and look at fires,

And look at their dead joys and living griefs,-

But they are pitied. None would pity me.

Friends come to seek them, and lay tender hands

On their bow’d heads and sore and restless hearts.

They find the wound, and drop the healing oil;

They lift the burden off, or make it light.

But they would smile, unless they laugh’d, at mine.

O still, warm fire, you will not bubble up

In mocking flames,-your heart will soon be cold!

O wind-for you have seen the roses bloom,

And the shrunk petals fall and drift away-

You hear, and sob and sigh as you go past!

Is unrequited love so sad a thing?

Ay, ay,-but this is even sadder still;

To want to love, and not to have the power-

To meet your king at last with empty hands-

To be so young, and to have squander’d all!

Alas, alas! to know your wine is sour-

To have loved wrong, with love despoil’d of trust,

Dishonour’d love, that mix’d itself with hate,-

To see the pearl of price laid at your feet,

And know your wealth is gone for dross and lies!

Ay, ’tis the saddest thing to want to love,

To want to cling, when you have lost your strength-

To feel the ashes choking up the hearth,

And think how bright a fire there might have been,-

To know when you are loved, too late-too late!

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Poems in English 

• When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Place is Besieged? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Best I See In Thee. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What am I, After All? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two Boys Together Clinging. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Visor’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To You. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Thee, Old Cause! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To the Garden the World. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To One Shortly to Die. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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