L'Amour Par Terre

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.