"Violets are dead, a faded ribbon
And a dusty curl or so;
Half-torn notes, forgotten tokens
Of some heartache ago
Kneeling by the hearthstone sadly
See, I throw them in the grate;
Crackling now they burn, these ruins
Of my joy and luckless fate
Lover's vows, oaths false and flightly
Up the chimney fast they fly;
And the little god, I fancy
All unseen, stands chuckling by!
Still I sit beside the hearthstone
Dream-of what I cannot tell
Watch the sparks amid the ashes dying out
Goodnight. Farewell."
[Taken from the Book of Candleburning Rituals]