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By Richard Garnett

THIS flame of Passion that so high in air,
        By spice and balsam of the spirit fed,
        With fire and fume vast Heaven hath overspread,
And blots the stars with smoke, or dims with glare :
Soon shall it droop, and radiance pure and fair
        Again from azure altitudes be shed ;
        And we the murky grime and embers red
Shall sift, if haply dust of Love be there.
Gather his ashes from the torrid mould,
        And, quenched with drops of Bacchic revelry,
        Yield to the Stygian powers to have and hold :
And urn Etrurian let his coffin be ;
        For this was made to store the dead and cold,
        And is a thing of much fragility.

MLA citation:

Garnett, Richard. “Passion.” The Yellow Book, vol. 7, October 1895, p. 149. Yellow Book Digital Edition, edited by Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2010-2014. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Edition, 2020.