In this poem, The husband was going to bed. He told his wife to put an Oak log on the fire because it gave more heat. Instead she put a Birch log on because it gave more light. And she danced in the firelight.

I heard the poem once and haven't seen it since

It's probably this one by W. B. Yeats:

Crazy Jane and the Bishop

Bring me to the blasted oak
That I, midnight upon the stroke,
(All find safety in the tomb.)
May call down curses on his head
Because of my dear Jack that's dead.
Coxcomb was the least he said:
The solid man and the coxcomb.

Nor was he Bishop when his ban
Banished Jack the Journeyman,
(All find safety in the tomb.)
Nor so much as parish priest,
Yet he, an old book in his fist,
Cried that we lived like beast and beast:
The solid man and the coxcomb.

The Bishop has a skin, God knows,
Wrinkled like the foot of a goose,
(All find safety in the tomb.)
Nor can he hide in holy black
The heron's hunch upon his back,
But a birch-tree stood my Jack:
The solid man and the coxcomb.

Jack had my virginity,
And bids me to the oak, for he
(all find safety in the tomb.)
Wanders out into the night
And there is shelter under it,
But should that other come, I spit:
The solid man and the coxcomb.

Les

I appreciate your effort but that isn't it. It may have been an original from a local poet. Many thanks.

Sounds like a very bad Country and Western song.

I am looking for this older poem about this lady who when she is younger plays with her dolls. When she grows out of them she puts them away in hopes that her daughters that she dreams of will play with them. However, she never has kids so when she is older and comes across them she begins to play with them herself i think. I know the dolls had very weird names, but i can't remember the name or the author.
please help me i need it for school.
amanda