Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон)

Fire-Flowers

    And only where the forest fires have sped,
        Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands,
    A sweet wild flower lifts its purple head,
    And, like some gentle spirit sorrow-fed,
        It hides the scars with almost human hands.

    And only to the heart that knows of grief,
        Of desolating fire, of human pain,
    There comes some purifying sweet belief,
    Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief.
        And life revives, and blossoms once again.

1. The City and the Sea
2. When George Was King
3. Your Mirror Frame
4. Where Leaps the Ste. Marie
5. The King's Consort

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