The Blue Bird (Custance)/Candle-Light
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CANDLE-LIGHT
Frail golden flowers that perish at a breath,Flickering points of honey-coloured flame,From sunset gardens of the moon you came,Pale flowers of passion . . . delicate flowers of death . . .
Blossoms of opal fire that raised on highUpon a hundred silver stems are seenAbove the brilliant dance, or set betweenThe brimming wine-cups . . . flowers of revelry!
Roses with amber petals that ariseOut of the purple darkness of the nightTo deck the darkened house of Love, to lightThe laughing lips, the beautiful glad eyes.
Lilies with violet-coloured hearts that breakIn shining clusters round the silent dead,A diadem of stars at feet and head,The glory dazzles . . . but they do not wake . . .
O golden flowers the moon goes gatheringIn magic gardens of her fairy-land,While splendid angels of the sunset standWatching in flaming circles wing to wing . . .
Frail golden flowers that perish at a breath,That wither in the hands of light, and dieWhen bright dawn wakens in a silver sky.Pale flowers of passion . . . delicate flowers of death.