TWO CANDLES
TO MY MOTHER AT FLEUR DE LYS
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.