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. [Illustration: "En Sourdine"] EN SOURDINE Tranquil in the twilight dense By the spreading branches made, Let us breathe the influence Of the silence and the shade. Let your heart melt into mine, And your soul reach out to me, 'Mid the languors of the pine And the sighing arbute-tree. Close your eyes, your hands let be Folded on your slumbering heart, From whose hold all treachery Drive forever, and all art. Let us with the hour accord! Let us let the gentle wind, Rippling in the sunburnt sward, Bring us to a patient mind! And when Night across the air Shall her solemn shadow fling, Touching voice of our despair, Long the nightingale shall sing. COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL In the deserted park, silent and vast, Erewhile two shadowy glimmering figures passed. Their lips were colorless, and dead their eyes; Their words were scarce more audible than sighs. In the deserted park, silent and vast, Two spectres conjured up the buried past. "Our ancient ecstasy, do you recall?" "Why, pray, should I remember it at all?" "Does still your heart at mention of me glow? Do still you see my soul in slumber?" "No!" "Ah, blessed, blissful days when our lips met! You loved me so!" "Quite likely,--I forget." "How sweet was hope, the sky how blue and fair!" "The sky grew black, the hope became despair." Thus walked they 'mid the frozen weeds, these dead, And Night alone o'erheard the things they said. La Bonne Chanson SINCE SHADE RELENTS Since shade relents, since 'tis indeed the day, Since hope I long had deemed forever flown, Wings back to me that call on her and pray, Since so much joy consents to be my own,-- The dark designs all I relinquish here, And all the evil dreams. Ah, done am I Above all with the narrowed lips, the sneer, The heartless wit that laughed where one should sigh.