A Candle Burned

The snowdrift blew, the snowdrift blew
From all around,
A candle burned, a candle burned
Without a sound

And like in summer whirl the gnats
Around the willow
The snowflakes greet and gently pat
The frozen window;
The snow storm drew those icy forms –
Its spades and rounds,
A candle burned, a candle burned
Without a sound

Upon the ceiling, bright and tall,
Two shadows dancing,
Embracing legs, and arms, and souls –
Two fates embracing;
Two graceful slippers slip and glide –
A knocking sound,
With tears of wax the nightlight cried
Upon her gown.

Through winter’s ways a haze was born
And all things drowned,
A candle burned, a candle burned
Without a sound;
The cold trickled at the flame,
But burning passion
Would flare its wings up with a flair –
In angel’s fashion…

In February the snowdrift whirled
In drifts in mounds,
A candle burned, a candle burned
Without a sound…