at the white heat?
DARE you see a soul at the white heat?Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore Has sated flame’s conditions, Its quivering substance playsWithout a color but the lightOf unanointed blaze. Least village boasts its blacksmith,Whose anvil’s even dinStands symbol for the finer forgeThat soundless tugs within, […]