Poems (Jenkins)/Succory

by Elinor Jenkins

Succory

IN a strange burial ground Searching strange graves above, By a sure sign I found  Where lay my love.

Bluer than summer skies,  Than summer seas more blue, Looked from the dust his eyes  Whose death I rue.

Sweet eyes of my sweet slain  Lost all these weary hours, Lo, I beheld again  Turned into flowers.