Fire
Dorothea Mackeller
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:
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.
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Love these lines! 🙂