The Hearth

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In front of the fire
With you, the folk song
Of the wind in the chimney and the sparks’
Embroidery of the soot—eternity
Is here in this small room,
In intervals that our love
Widens; and outside
Of time, travellers
To a new Bethlehem, statesmen
And scientists with their hands full
Of the gifts that destroy.

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