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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.