The flames of the bonfire flicker and flare,

Furling and curling they leap in the air,

Dizzy and dancing they flitter and flee,
Consuming and fuming and quick as can be.
The flame of the candle burns steady and slow,
In a halo of peace it will give you its glow.
It shines with a light unruffled and true -
A still flame a-gleam round a centre of blue.