Fire, sweet fire, a surging joy at midnight
Sears the soul, racks to ashes all my fears;
In soul-surrendered peace, I weep. Such tears,
As time and chance I spurn, submit to light
And kneel; yet still I see, and feel the might
Of every raging flame as twilight nears.
I clasp my hands, the breath of praise He hears
As embers fade, reclaimed by dying night.
Unholy dawn: a nightmare\'s seething spawn
Unleashes time, casts down each witch black hour
To fire-forsaken sands; the sun I scorn
And all its tainted rays, for midnight\'s power
Commands the soul to rise in fire reborn
And rest in rose light\'s heavenly flower.