Flame on Flame

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Flame on flame, the poet said
Form remembered but name forgot
Feeling is warm and cold is thought
The soul made old with holy dread
Moves instead to a hidden song
The poet had said it all along;
The singing a roar unseen and far
Bringing as sound over distant trees
Unlooked but found for our dis-ease
So dense it shook our mouth ajar
Tense, did we fear? What was our choice
To hear the song or just the noise?
Listen beyond the sounding roar
Between the thousand shouting ones
Now sound seeming golden faintly runs
Now found less faint, now suggest a score
Now no more sound, now fire instead --
'Flame on flame', the poet said.

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