Smothered Fires

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Smothered Fires

A woman with a burning flame

Deep covered through the years

With ashes. Ah! she hid it deep,

And smothered it with tears.

Sometimes a baleful light would rise

From out the dusky bed,

And then the woman hushed it quick

To slumber on, as dead.

At last the weary war was done

The tapers were alight,

And with a sigh of victory

She breathed a soft⁠—good-night!