The Great War

from War: an Ode And Other Poems, an electronic edition

"Blue of Smoke"

HER dreamy eyes are of the blue of smoke,

That softly, frond by frond, and gyre by gyre,

O'er some thatched bothy, in a Highland glen,

Unfurls at gloaming from an ingle fire,

Whose hearth-stone is love's altar,--blue of smoke

Ascending, blending in blue heaven away,--

Blue of the fragrant smoke of vestal flame

That in her virgin heart burns night and day.