So Love is dead, the Love we knew of old! <br />And in the sorrow of our hearts' hushed halls <br />A lute lies broken and a flower falls; <br />Love's house stands empty and his hearth lies cold. <br />Lone in dim places, where sweet vows were told, <br />In walks grown desolate, by ruined walls <br />Beauty decays; and on their pedestals <br />Dreams crumble and th' immortal gods are mold. <br />Music is slain or sleeps; one voice alone, <br />One voice awakes, and like a wandering ghost <br />Haunts all the echoing chambers of the Past- <br />The voice of Memory, that stills to stone <br />The soul that hears; the mind, that, utterly lost, <br />Before its beautiful presence stands aghast.<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-of-love-5/
