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.