Relume

Aratus, who a while relum'd the Soul / Of fondly lingering Liberty in Greece […] .

Then I bethought me of the glorious doom / Of those who sternly struggle to relume / The lamp of Hope o’er man's bewildered lot; […]

For a time, I thought that, by watching a complying moment, fostering the still warm ashes, I might relume in her the flame of love.

[H]e opened his eyes again; the spreading film retired, and love relumed them—he gave a look—it was never forgotten.