The Fire: a Refuge.

Hast ever steeled thine heart within
'Gainst all the world—
Enclosing thus the love, the fear
Thou knowest not ?
Hast ever poured out all thy love
Within mine heart ?
Hast built there castles so secure
That for their part
They seem gainst storms and tempests too
Beyond me art
Of all destructive power ?
And men hast late in life discover'd
That with disuse
Thy love, fear, hopes and all of thee
Are frozen stiff ?
So that at touch of groping hands
The doors stand firm,
Nor heed my breaking heart.