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It is done! in the fire's fitful flashes, / The last line has withered and curled. / In a tiny white heap of dead ashes / Lie buried the hopes of your world. / There were mad foolish vows in each letter, / It is well they have shrivelled and burned, / And the ring! oh, the ring was a fetter, / It was better removed and returned.
But ah, is it done? In the embers / Where letters and tokens were cast, / Have you burned up the heart that remembers, / And treasures its beautiful past? / Do you think in this swift reckless fashion / To ruthlessly burn and destroy / The months that were freighted with passion, / The dreams that were drunken with joy?