LOUD and low in the chimney <br />The squalls suspire; <br />Then like an answer dwindles <br />And glows the fire, <br />And the chamber reddens and darkens <br />In time like taken breath. <br />Near by the sounding chimney <br />The youth apart <br />Hearkens with changing colour <br />And leaping heart, <br />And hears in the coil of the tempest <br />The voice of love and death. <br />Love on high in the flute-like <br />And tender notes <br />Sounds as from April meadows <br />And hillside cotes; <br />But the deep wood wind in the chimney <br />Utters the slogan of death.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loud-and-low-in-the-chimney/
