Against a sky of flame,
Set on a rocky spur,
A solitary fir—

She heard them breathe her name,
As they leant over her;
But could not speak nor stir.

She could not speak nor stir,
As life ebbed out of her,
Nor answer to her name.

All life had meant to her
Was nothing, now death came,
Her fiery heart to tame.

All life had meant to her—
Even love, all went from her,
As the last slumber came,

Save only that lone fir,
Set on a rocky spur,
Against a sky aflame.