Cast To Part

"Violets are dead, a faded ribbon,

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."