Candelabrum

With deep and reverent awe I replaced the candelabrum in its former position.

The chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, / Glowed on the marble, where the glass […] Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra / Reflecting light upon the table as / The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it, […]

Cyby followed us holding up his candelabrum—I suppose more for his benefit than mine, but it permitted me to see well enough to keep from colliding with the dark oak shelves we passed.