Over the valley and on the hill -—
Rock-scarred ribs of the ancient sire —
Sire and mother and child in one;
Fire, primeval fire!
Flaunting flames to the high clouds flung,
Vain and futile their fretful ire,
Fire, primeval fire!
Fruitful passion of earth and tree—
Dancing shadows about the pire,
Buds that blossom and maids that flower;
Fire, primeval fire!
I am busy working to bring Alice Corbin's "St. John's Eve" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Alice Corbin's life and contributions to literature.
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