O flames of passion, will ye never die,
That trampled into dust anon revive,
And wrap my heart in fire and stream on high! –
O rebel flames, die down and ye shall live.
Ay, ye shall burn more bravely than of old,
Fed by the fuel of love’s self-control, -
Burn till your fiercer heat seems pale and cold,
Burn in the furnace of love’s inmost soul.
Ay, ye shall burn, when Love has quenched your fire,
Burn on for aye, triumphant in your death;
For, as your tempest-driven waves expire,
They wake again, lit by love’s purest breath; -
Wake to new life, though lost to mortal sight,
In love’s white flame, in love’s transcendent light.