Author John Drinkwater Myself I do but find An ashen mind, While others greeting me Are flames, I see. Yet they, alone, lament Flames that are spent, Remembering with shame My crystal flame … Hereafter then I'll be A flame to me. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments