THE FIRE OF LOVE.
It leaps, it whirls, it dances, It riots, seethes, and swings; But, oh, the’ magic music Of the melody it sings! It wavers, flies, and rises, It kills both hepe and aim; But, oh, the utter yearning For its mad, enticing Hamel It burn?, it scars, it scorches, It waves now high, now lew; But, oh, the subtle summons Of its golden, golden glow! It stilus?. it writhes, it glitters, It blasts, it wounds, it slays; But, oh, the hunger, hunger, For the glory of its blaze! —Leolyn Louise Everett in ‘New York Life
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Evening Star, Issue 15064, 21 December 1912, Page 3
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98THE FIRE OF LOVE. Evening Star, Issue 15064, 21 December 1912, Page 3
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