Hands wrapp’d ’round a warm cup — faceless night, nameless fire. . [ 1533 ] Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Full Flower As the Arrow Flies Categories: A Few More ScratchesTags: Faces, Fire, Firelight, Hands, Names, Night, Solitude