Awhirl before my eyes did swirl the sparks
As one by one the candles turned to smoke
And sitting there in silent, stillest dark,
A flicker burned within and I awoke.
I felt a pang for that dear body broke
That bled betwixt time and eternity.
It seemed I saw His image in the smoke
And felt my heart, too, fixed upon that tree.
Oh how I ached to join this agony!
Yet I, near sleeping, safely sat below.
I closed my eyes the better then to see
And hear the ever-present, past echo.
To wait in darkness was my only wish;
Now hidden, I wanted no light but His.