I Have A Fire Roaring In Me

I have a fire chord in my heart It's not like a violin or a harp But it's just as heavenly, When the world is cold And I'm all alone. It's not like a harpsichord But it does At times sing for the lord. Like a flaming tree in a winter Swinging back, and forth to be free. I have a fire roaring in me Even when the season says Nothing should grow or sing, I have a sap-flowering tree With a nightingale: ready to court thee. It's not like a guitar or a bass drum But I do believe it beats Like an ear on the sea Crashing waves remorselessly on And on, on and on. Like the moonlit wet clover I'm growing and groaning Under every blade of grass Beneath every barefoot rover Just to be what you remember But do not hear or see - that's me.