The Fire Burns Low Where It Has Burned Ages Ago, Sinks And Sighs As It Has Done To A Hundred Eyes Staring, Staring At The Last Cold Smokeless Glow. Here Men Sat Lonely And Watched The Golden Grate Turn At Length Black; Heard The Cooling Iron Crack: Shadows, Shadows, Watching The Shadows Come And Go. And Still The Hiss I Hear, The Soft Fire'S Sob And Kiss, And Still It Burns And The Bright Gold To Crimson Turns, Sinking, Sinking, And The Fire Shadows Larger Grow. O Dark-Cheeked Fire, Wasting Like Spent Heart'S Desire, You That Were Gold, And Now Crimson Will Soon Be Cold-- Cold, Cold, Like Moon-Shadows On New Snow. Shadows All, They That Watched Your Shadows Fall. But Now They Come Rising Around Me, Grave And Dumb.... Shadows, Shadows, Come As The Fire-Shadows Go. And Stay, Stay, Though All The Fire Sink Cold As Clay, Whispering Still, Ancestral Wise Familiars--Till, Staring, Staring, Dawn'S Wild Fires Through The Casement Glow.