Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер)

The Sacred Fire

They lit a fire within their land that long was ashes cold,
With splendid dreams they made it glow, threw in their hearts of gold.
They saw thy slowly paling cheek and knew thy failing breath,
They bade thee live once more, Kathleen, who wert so nigh to death.
And who dare quench the sacred fire, and who dare give them blame,
Since he who draws too near the glow shall break into a flame ?
They lit a beacon in their land, built of the souls of men,
To make thee warm once more, Kathleen, to bid thee live again.

1. An Eclipse
2. For Ever
3. Beware
4. The Enemies
5. Cupid Slain

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