Answer:
It is sometimes known to have silver linings.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.