<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567391" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Fires</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fire burns low<br>Where it has burned ages ago,<br>Sinks and sighs<br>As it has done to a hundred eyes<br>Staring, staring<br>At the last cold smokeless glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here men sat<br>Lonely and watched the golden grate<br>Turn at length black;<br>Heard the cooling iron crack:<br>Shadows, shadows,<br>Watching the shadows come and go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still the hiss<br>I hear, the soft fire's sob and kiss,<br>And still it burns<br>And the bright gold to crimson turns,<br>Sinking, sinking,<br>And the fire shadows larger grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O dark-cheeked fire,<br>Wasting like spent heart's desire,<br>You that were gold,<br>And now crimson will soon be cold--<br>Cold, cold,<br>Like moon-shadows on new snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shadows all,<br>They that watched your shadows fall.<br>But now they come<br>Rising around me, grave and dumb....<br>Shadows, shadows,<br>Come as the fire-shadows go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And stay, stay,<br>Though all the fire sink cold as clay,<br>Whispering still,<br>Ancestral wise Familiars--till,<br>Staring, staring,<br>Dawn's wild fires through the casement glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Freeman">John Freeman</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=567391" data-title="Old Fires de John Freeman" data-description="The fire burns low Where it has burned ages ago, Sinks and sighs As it has done to a hundred eyes Staring, staring At the last cold smokeless glow. Here men sat Lonely and watched the golden grate Turn at length black; Heard the cooling iron crac..."></div> </div> </div>

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