The Fire That Filled My Heart Of Old Gave Luster While It Burned; Now Only Ashes Gray And Cold Are In Its Silence Urned. Ah! Better Was The Furious Flame, The Splendor With The Smart; I Never Cared For The Singer'S Fame But, Oh! For The Singer'S Heart Once More-- The Burning Fulgent Heart! No Love, No Hate, No Hope, No Fear, No Anguish And No Mirth; Thus Life Extends From Year To Year, A Flat Of Sullen Dearth. Ah! Life'S Blood Creepeth Cold And Tame, Life'S Thought Plays No New Part; I Never Cared For The Singer'S Fame, But, Oh! For The Singer'S Heart Once More-- The Bleeding Passionate Heart!