"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]