In Love's Attic

The alUc of youiwt Cupid's houw I visited one ilny To see ihe tattered bits of love That tliere were stored an-ay, For eastoff odds anil ends of hearts About I lie place were stiown, Like baibles of somc other days That lonK ago had flown. But yet the withered roses there- Frail wi-eaths froni loves own tomb - Upon Ibe dusty, mellow air Still shed a faiut perfume.