See the fire conjure a red dream,
and her amber dress sway beneath a pale moon
Hear her golden tongues hiss a tune,
and her flickering heart of white gently beat
Smell the chestnuts at her feet,
and her dark locks winding through the darker woods
Touch the coal with the searing tips,
and wonder why you now burn
Sense this evening gloom,
and let her be a morning beam
Sense the comfort of her heat,
and how you will always coat your hands with soot