Death of Love

Where sinks deep my love, dead love, That so warmly glowed awhile? Where the passion of my dreams And the kiss of afterwhile? In the City of Delight, In the palace built of air, In the smile of dying Day And the vision of Despair.

Not where Morning shakes the dew From the sunshine of her locks ; Not where Evening breathes her flame And the moon so gently rocks ; But where gleams the firefly's wing In the swamp of dead desire ; And a fairy shrinks amazed At the passing of the fire.