  See these violets, dusty tresses, And this faded ribbon blue, Long forgotten cherish’d trifles, And these half-torn billets-doux,— All, with angry look and gesture In the blazing fire I throw; Sadly crackle up these relics Of my happiness and woe. Vows of love, and fond deceiving Broken oaths all upwards fly In the chimney, while in secret Cupid laughs maliciously. Dreamily beside the fireplace Sit I, while the sparkles bright Glow in silence midst the ashes,— So farewell! good night! good night! |
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