Driftwood by Sara Teasdale Lyrics

My forefathers gave me
       &nbsp My spirit's shaken flame,
The shape of hands, the beat of heart,
       &nbsp The letters of my name.

But it was my lovers,
       &nbsp And not my sleeping sires,
Who gave the flame its changeful
       &nbsp And iridescent fires;

As the driftwood burning
       &nbsp Learned its jewelled blaze
From the sea's blue splendor
       &nbsp Of colored nights and days.