Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume I/Love’s Ending
CHAPTER XXV.
THE RESULT.
And this, then, is love's ending. It is like
The history of some fair southern clime:
Hot fires are in the bosom of the earth,
And the warmed soil puts forth its thousand flowers,
Its fruits of gold—summer's regality;
And sleep and odours float upon the air,
Making it heavy with its own delight.
At length the subterranean element
Bursts from its secret solitude, and lays
All waste before it. The red lava stream
Sweeps like a pestilence ; and that which was
A garden for some fairy tale's young queen
Is one wild desert, lost in burning sand.
Thus is it with the heart. Love lights it up
With one rich flush of beauty. Mark the end:
Hopes, that have quarrelled even with themselves,
And joys that make a bitter memory;
While the heart, scorched and withered, and o'erwhelmed
By passion's earthquake, loathes the name of love.
Blanchard’s title is:
LOVE’S ENDING
In The New York Mirror (10th March 1838), as The End of Love
Adapted from Love’s Last Lesson in The Golden Violet
In the Bouquet (1846), under (Althea) Althea frutex as Consumed by Love