Each hot and shaded ember
Includes the outer we
Let us, my life, remember
Our thoughts info regre
The meaning wind blows colder
Upon the wetted pan
Our hearts, alas!, feel older
In seeking to live agai
The night hurt Each red ember
To hotter redness fret!
Alas! When I remember
I wish I could forge
What vague and cold gusts enter
My soul as by a door!
My soul is the living centre
Of dreams that are no mor
Startle yet more each ember!
Make the fire nearer yet!
How easy it is to remember
When memory means regret!