And only where the forest fires have sped,
Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands,
A sweet wild flower lifts its purple head,
And, like some gentle spirit sorrow-fed,
It hides the scars with almost human hands.
And only to the heart that knows of grief,
Of desolating fire, of human pain,
There comes some purifying sweet belief,
Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief.
And life revives, and blossoms once again
Fire-flowers
Emily Pauline Johnson
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Poem topics: beautiful, fire, flower, grief, heart, life, pain, purple, sorrow, head, wild, gentle, spirit, cool, belief, human, sweet, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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