The wind the other evening overthrew The little Love who smiled so mockingly Down that mysterious alley, so that we, Remembering, mused thereon a whole day through. The wind has overthrown him! The poor stone Lies scattered to the breezes. It is sad To see the lonely pedestal, that had The artist's name, scarce visible, alone, Oh! it is sad to see the pedestal Left lonely! and in dream I seem to hear Prophetic voices whisper in my ear The lonely and despairing end of all. Oh! it is sad! And you, have you not found One heart-throb for the pity, though your eye Lights at the gold and purple butterfly Brightening the littered leaves upon the ground? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASOLANDO: EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A LETTER TO LADY [MISS] MARGARET-CAVANDISH-HOLLES-HARLEY, WHEN A CHILD by MATTHEW PRIOR THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER AT THE FIRESIDE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS BACCHUS AND THE FROGS by ARISTOPHANES LINES ON EXODUS 3:14 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |