Sara Teasdale - Driftwood lyrics

My forefathers gave me   My spirit's shaken flame, The shape of hands, the beat of heart,   The letters of my name. But it was my lovers,   And not my sleeping sires, Who gave the flame its changeful   And iridescent fires; As the driftwood burning   Learned its j**elled blaze From the sea's blue splendor   Of colored nights and days.