TWO CANDLES TO MY MOTHER AT FLEUR DE LYS
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I
Two candles place I at her feet, Two candles at her head; These are the gifts that I would bring To my Belovèd Dead.
II
I sought the violet of her eyes, Her eyes were closed in sleep; My love was trembling like a child And could not even weep.
III
I clad her in a purple shroud, Some said it should be white; I said, “The passion of her eyes Found peace in candlelight!”
IV
Sometimes I see her ash-gold hair Shimmer within the night; Sometimes I feel her violet eyes Searching for candlelight.
V
Sometimes I hear her drifting feet That seek from door to door, Guided by star and blowing wind, Dream-shod forevermore.
VI
When will she come again to me Led by the wind and star? She need not even call my name, I could not wander far.
VII
Two candles place I at her feet, Two candles at her head: Remembrance and Oblivion Enfold my lonely dead.