I said, “My youth is gone
Like a fire beaten out by the rain,
That will never sway and sing
Or play with the wind again.”
I said, “It is no great sorrow
That quenched my youth in me,
But only little sorrows
Beating ceaselessly.”
I thought my youth was gone,
But you returned-
Like a flame at the call of the wind
It leaped and burned;
Threw off its ashen cloak,
And gowned anew
Gave itself like a bride
Once more to you.
Embers
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: fire, never, rain, sorrow, great, play, bride, flame, thought, wind, youth, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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