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An Olive Fire

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 An olive fire's a lovely thing;
Somehow it makes me think of Spring
As in my grate it over-spills
With dancing flames like daffodils.
They flirt and frolic, twist and twine, The brassy fire-irons wink and shine.
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Leap gold, you flamelets! Laugh and sing: An olive fire's a lovely thing.
An olive fire's a household shrine: A crusty loaf, a jug of wine, An apple and a chunk of cheese - Oh I could be content with these.
But if my curse of oil is there, To fry a fresh-caught fish, I swear I do not envy any king, As sitting by my hearth I sing: An olive fire's a lovely thing.
When old and worn, of life I tire, I'll sit before an olive fire, And watch the feather ash like snow As softly as a rose heart glow; The tawny roots will loose their hoard Of sunbeams centuries have stored, And flames like yellow chicken's cheep, Till in my heart Peace is so deep: With hands prayer-clasped I sleep .
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and sleep.

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