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 hope ana aim ; But, oh, the utter yearning For its mad, enticing flame I It burns, it scars, it scorches, It waves now high, now low; But, oh, the suble summons Of its golden, golden glow! It shines, it writhes, it glitters, It blasts, it wounds, it slays; But, oh, the subtle summons For the glory of its blaze! —Leolyn Louise Everett in New York Life!
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXV, Issue 5, 31 December 1912, Page 7
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99THE FIRE OF LOVE. Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXV, Issue 5, 31 December 1912, Page 7
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