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. . . .
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 . . . and sleep.
(Robert William Service)
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