Edgar Albert Guest Fire Poems

A Warm House And A Ruddy Fire

A warm house and a ruddy fire,
To what more can man aspire?
Eyes that shine with love aglow,

The Open Fire

There in the flame of the open grate,
All that is good in the past I see:
Red-lipped youth on the swinging gate,

The Grate Fire

I'm sorry for a fellow if he cannot look and see
In a grate fire's friendly flaming all the joys which used to be.
If in quiet contemplation of a cheerful ruddy blaze

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