名人诗歌|To Some I have Talked with by the Fire

While I wrought^{1 out these fitful Danaan rhymes，}

My heart would brim with dreams about the times

When we bent^{2 down above the fading coals}

And talked of the dark folk who live in souls

Of passionate^{3 men， like bats in the dead trees；}

And of the wayward twilight^{4 companies}

Who sigh with mingled^{5 sorrow and content，}

Because their blossoming dreams have never bent

Under the fruit of evil and of good：

And of the embattled flaming multitude

Who rise， wing above wing， flame above flame，

And， like a storm， cry the Ineffable^{6 Name，}

And with the clashing of their sword-blades make

A rapturous music， till the morning break

And the white hush^{7 end all but the loud beat}

Of their long wings， the flash of their white feet.