Smoke

The fire itself can put it out, and that
By burning out, and before it burns
out, It will have roared first and mixed
sparks with stars, And sweeping
round it with a flaming sword,
Made the dim trees stand back in
wider circle— Done so much and I
know not how much more I mean it
shall not do if I can bind it.

- Robert Frost

Smoke

The fire itself can put it out, and that
By burning out, and before it burns
out, It will have roared first and mixed
sparks with stars, And sweeping
round it with a flaming sword,
Made the dim trees stand back in
wider circle— Done so much and I
know not how much more I mean it
shall not do if I can bind it.

- Robert Frost