A Bed of Flame

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A Bed of Flame

I saw one day on the horizon grey,

As with my load I wandered near the sea,

A whiff of smoke embrace the sleeping sun;

And just as their enchantment had begun,

A lonely cloud that roved above the lea

Passed by their couch and hid them from the day.

I saw this and my soul, long silent, cried:

“Would that I were the whiff of smoke

Now sleeping with the sun!

In beds of flame, how often was I tried⁠—

How often have I ’neath the stroke

Of God or Satan shone!”