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  I lay among the half burned sticks at the edge of the fire. The fiend was creeping in. I felt the cold tips of fingers—

O crimson salamander!

Give me one little flame, one! that I may bind it protectingly about the wrist of him that flung me here, here upon the very center!

This is my song. 

IN HARBOR

Surely there, among the great docks, is peace, my mind; there with the ships moored in the river. Go out, timid child, and snuggle in among the great ships talking so quietly. Maybe you will even fall asleep near them and be lifted into one of their laps, and in the morning— There is always the morning in which to remember it all! 