Au Revoir.

Love left one day his leafy bower,

And roamed in sportive vein,

Where Vanity had built a tower,

For Fashion's sparkling train.

The mistress to see he requested,

Of one who attended the door:

“Not home,” said the page, who suggested

That he'd leave his card.— “Au Revoir.”

Love next came to a lowly bower:

A maid who knew no guile,

Unlike the lady of the tower,

Received him with a smile.

Since then the cot beams with his brightness

Though often at Vanity's door

Love calls, merely out of politeness,

And just leaves his card.— “Au Revoir.”