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Call me to the heat after raving in the heather
Call me to the blaze to baste meat and brew drink
Vesta was a virgin, yet she knit households like a mother
Show me your heart, Vesta, how many chimneys
Family sought warmth after wettings
safe flames with which to dance
light to guide home from hunt
or battle or dull senate
Back to an element of us
Vesta, called Earth, left only heat-cracked rock, bits of fishbone
Call me, Vesta, to the innocence of your fire
