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Hope, for its warmth,
Turns to a burning pyre,
When care is accursed;
Souls burn, and lovers
Sit and wallow in ashes,
When those loving gifts,
Which are most beautiful,
Are returned, rejected.

The poet could have written more. I don't like how short it is. Though some short poetry are good, this isn't enough. For example, the poet could have elaborated more on the 'burning pyre', "when care is accursed" etc.