Achsa W. Sprague (17 November 1827 – 06 July 1862 | Plymouth Notch VT – Plymouth Notch VT) poet, essayist, medium, lecturer, Spiritualist, abolitionist, suffragist.

My burning thoughts leap up in rhyme. I cannot bear this thought that burns and ever

so intensely turns to some strange altar deep within. Consuming fires within me burn.

Let thy best thought find burning word by which human souls are stirred. Give forth

the thoughts that burn in thee! till thine eye speaks the fire that is burning within.

Whence came that voice, those burning words? Within myself I feel a burning power

to know beyond. There’s such a rush and tide of burning thought – and burning answers

back again – burning tears and real fears. But he burns and beams with steady blaze. Ah,

let thy harp ring forth with burning song. We will weave a spell that shall burn through

the songs you sing till they quiver and burn through the sky. I’ll snatch the fire in burning

hearts – life’s burning grief within that sends our words home with such burning power.

Sprague, Achsa White. The Poet, and Other Poems. Boston: W. White & Co., 1865. https://archive.org/details/poetotherpoems00spra/page/108/mode/1up?q=burn+%2B+burns+%2B+burning