Firewood
By Katharine Lee Bates
First was a fire of myrtle,
Just for my Love and me;
The storm at the door might hurtle,
But safe within sat we.
Now cypress boughs are burning
Upon my hearth, and all
Whose hearts are sore with yearning
May share my forest-hall.
Source Book
Yellow Clover: A Book Of Remembrance
by Katharine Lee Bates
Copyright 1922
Published by E. P. Dutton & Company, New York
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