To double eyes, at such an hour,
The coals have a most charming power!
As one, appear such mutual souls,
They see the same forms in the coals.
O’er youth, as all the poets say,
The hearth-fire holds enchanting sway;
For then their dreaming fancy sees
A cottage mid a clump of trees;
They ask no greater bliss to share
Than just to live together there.