There are creeping flames in the near-by grass; There are leaping flames afar;
And the wind’s black breath
Is hot with death,—
The worst of the deaths that are!
And north is fire and south is fire,
And east and west the same;
The sunlight chokes,
The whole earth smokes,
The only light is flame!
But what do I care for the girdle of death
With its wavering wall and !
I draw the ring
Where I am king,
And fight the fire with fire!
My blaze is not as wide as the world,
Nor tall for the world to see;
But the flames I make<............