It is good to come back to a bonfire at night,
After smouldering all of the day;
To go out in the dusk, relinquish the fight,
To burn all annoyance away.
To breathe in the woodsmoke, stare deep at the flame;
Through amber then scarlet then white;
And think upon times past no one can claim,
Be they hewn out of darkness or light.
Then turn face-aglow from embers soon spent,
Be enveloped by household cover;
But savour the musky anointing of smoke,
Which clings like the scent of a lover.