Poetry Archives

The wind the other night blew down the Love
   That in the dimmest corner of the park
   So subtly used to smile, bending his arc,
And sight of whom did us so deeply move

One day! The other night’s wind blew him down!
   The marble dust whirls in the morning breeze.
   Oh, sad to view, o’erblotted by the trees,
There on the base, the name of great renown!

Oh, sad to view the empty pedestal!
   And melancholy fancies come and go
   Across my dream, whereon a day of woe
Foreshadowed is—I know what will befall!

Oh, sad!—And you are saddened also, Sweet,
   Are not you, by this scene? although your eye
   Pursues the gold and purple butterfly
That flutters o’er the wreck strewn at our feet.