Here you will find the Poem The Fire That Filled My Heart of Old of poet James B.V. Thomson
The fire that filled my heart of old Gave luster while it burned; Now only ashes gray and cold Are in its silence urned. Ah! better was the furious flame, The splendor with the smart; I never cared for the singer's fame But, oh! for the singer's heart Once more-- The burning fulgent heart! No love, no hate, no hope, no fear, No anguish and no mirth; Thus life extends from year to year, A flat of sullen dearth. Ah! life's blood creepeth cold and tame, Life's thought plays no new part; I never cared for the singer's fame, But, oh! for the singer's heart Once more-- The bleeding passionate heart!