Firesides

My fireside is without charm tonight For long ago you vanished from my sight; But many recollections hide away Where flickering lights and smoky shadows play. I think of all the plans we made alone; Around the eaves the wind sounds like a moan. As now I sit, I watch the glowing flame And in the ember's red I see one name; Grotesque and tiny forms march to and fro— Dear heart of mine, return; I love you so. Come before coals have died to ashy grey And scattered far away.