From Up On Frederick's Stone

If you do not touch this fire,
If you do not seek to touch this fire
With a fire that burns to burn
Even in the cold
Even when the light itself is cold
As the distant stars,
Then how can you find the heart
To let this fire into your hearth
And feed it nothing till it dies?
Yet even in fading to a smudge
And passing on to stillness,
This silent dying of the light
Burned like a fire
That will never be forgotten


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