Promethea

Wear red tonight!
Leave white to paler beauties.
Years ago
A bold and venturous youth was chained
To a cold crag for such small enterprise
As stealing fire from heaven
Such fire as glows upon a hearth
Or flickers in a street lamp
Petty theft!
You stole the spark that fires the souls of men.
Wear red tonight,
Promethea!

CHARLES P. HINE.