"Violets are dead, a faded ribbon,
and a dusty curl or so
Half-torn notes, forgotten tokens
Of some heartache ago.
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."
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