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EBENEZER JONES

1820-1860

754                                   When the World is burning

WHEN the world is burning,
   Fired within, yet turning
   Round with face unscathed;
Ere fierce flames, uprushing,
Oer all lands leap, crushing,
   Till earth fall, fire-swathed;
Up amidst the meadows,
Gently through the shadows,
   Gentle flames will glide,
Small, and blue, and golden.
Though by bard beholden,
When in calm dreams folden,
   Calm his dreams will bide.

Where the dance is sweeping,
Through the greensward peeping,
   Shall the soft lights start;
Laughing maids, unstaying,
Deeming it trick-playing,
High their robes upswaying,
   Oer the lights shall dart;
And the woodland haunter
Shall not cease to saunter
   When, far down some glade,
Of the great worlds burning,
One soft flame upturning
Seems, to his discerning,
   Crocus in the shade.

 

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