The fire-flame

Sunbeams from the warm blue sky

Seek on earth a warmer hue,

Where the woodland-sanctuary

Flames with living blue.

Glancing light and wayward shade

Frolic through the dappled trees,

Weaving o'er the woodland-glade

Fitful harmonies;

Till they meet the blue of eyes

Fuller yet of wilful glee,

Livelier with swift surprise

And daring raillery.

Yet are all her lightsome games

But the holiday-attire

Of her heart, elusive flames

From a soul of fire.