James Thomson

(23 November 1834 - 3 June 1882 / Port Glasgow, Scotland)

From the Midst of the Fire


FROM the midst of the fire I fling
These arrows of fire to you:
If they sing, and burn, and sting,
You feel how I burn too;
But if they reach you there
Speed-spent, charred black and cold,
The fire burns out in the air,
The Passion will not be told.

Submitted: Sunday, May 06, 2012

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