Joseph Campbell - Fires

The little fires that Nature lights - <br />The scilla's lamp, the daffodil - <br />She quenches, when of stormy nights <br />Her anger whips the hill. <br /> <br />The fires she lifts against the cloud - <br />The irised bow, the burning tree - <br />She batters down with curses loud, <br />Nor cares that death should be. <br /> <br />The fire she kindles in the soul - <br />The poet's mood, the rebel's thought - <br />She cannot master, for their coal <br />In other mines is wrought<br /><br />Joseph Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fires-3/