Classic Poem

Withered violets, dusty tresses,
And a faded band of blue,
Long-forgotten tender trifles,
Torn and tattered billets-doux.

And regretfully I drop them
In the flames that brightly glow,
And the ruins crackle sadly
Of my bliss and of my woe.

Vows of lovers, frail and fleeting,
Up the chimney how they fly!
While the little love-god laughing
And unseen is standing by.

For a while I sit, and dreaming
Watch the ruins where they fell:
Watch the sparks that in the ashes
Softly glow — Good night — Farewell!