Emile Verhaeren, The Evening Hours
“ But now are the days when heather-bloom is seen, Remember these, and let the rustling wind Bring you the fragrance of the starved Campine. IV Draw your chair to mine And stretch your hands to the hearth', That I may see between your fingers Shine The ancient flame; And look upon the fire Quietly, with your eyes That have no fear of any light, So that for me they be the same, Yet franker when the blaze leaps higher Making them as from deep within you, bright. Ah, how fair still is our life and fain! ”
