I kept the candle burning

throughout that winter’s eve,

where sleep had left me yearning.

 

Remembered summer’s faces,

some greener, pleasant places;

I kept the candle burning.

 

And found on half lit mirror

no ripple of reprieve,

but dance of darkness, turning.

 

I kept the candle burning.

My plundered head, all night,

made shadows a parade

 

all mocking at my sight;

their secrets bit in to the hours.

I kept the candle burning

 

all night.

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