And solemnly, we watched the fire die.
It settled in the memory,
And silent, we have watched the fire die.
Grey coals aged black, nestled
Like a host of ancient eggs, nest
Of children who never hatched.
And softly, we watched their homely fire die.
Stoke the last of them. Bring out that last
And shortest-lasting heat
Which lonely glows itself into its heart.
Then saintly, in solace, please watch the fire die.
Scrape rough the last. Drag out the night’s long last:
And settling all, we have watched the fire die.