<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369100" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Burning Off</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They're burning off at the Rampadells,<br>The tawny flames uprise,<br>With greedy licking around the trees;<br>The fierce breath sears our eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From cores already grown furnace-hot -<br>The logs are well alight!<br>We fling more wood where the flameless heart<br>Is throbbing red and white. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fire bites deep in that beating heart,<br>The creamy smoke-wreaths ooze<br>From cracks and knot-holes along the trunk<br>To melt in greys and blues. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The young horned moon has gone from the sky,<br>And night has settled down;<br>A red glare shows from the Rampadells,<br>Grim as a burning town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full seven fathoms above the rest<br>A tree stands, great and old,<br>A red-hot column whence fly the sparks,<br>One ceaseless shower of gold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All hail the king of the fire before<br>He sway and crack and crash<br>To earth - for surely tomorrow's sun<br>Will see him white fine ash. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king in his robe of falling stars,<br>No trace shall leave behind,<br>And where he stood with his silent court,<br>The wheat shall bow to the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dorothea+Mackeller">Dorothea Mackeller</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369100" data-title="Burning Off de Dorothea Mackeller" data-description="They're burning off at the Rampadells, The tawny flames uprise, With greedy licking around the trees; The fierce breath sears our eyes. From cores already grown furnace-hot - The logs are well alight! We fling more wood where the flameless heart..."></div> </div> </div>

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