Treasure Island

Dorothea Mackellar

(1 July 1885 – 14 January 1968 / Sydney)

Fire


This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
A flame in the wind of death,
It trembles ceaselessly.

And this all we can do
To use our little light
Before, in the piercing wind,
It flickers into night:

To yield the heat of the flame,
To grudge not, but to give
Whatever we have of strength,
That one more flame may live.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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