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 enchanted face, With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place. When
music sounds, all that I was I am Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I
came; While from Time's woods break into distant song The swift-winged
hours, as I hasten along. THE REMONSTRANCE I was at peace until you came
And set a careless mind aflame. I lived in quiet; cold, content; All
longing in safe banishment, Until your ghostly lips and eyes Made wisdom
unwise. Naught was in me to tempt your feet To seek a lodging. Quite
forgot Lay the sweet solitude we two In childhood used to wander
through; Time's cold had closed my heart about; And shut you out. Well,
and what then?... O vision grave, Take all the little all I have! Strip
me of what in voiceless thought Life's kept of life, unhoped,
unsought!-- Reverie and dream that memory must Hide deep in dust! This
only I say:--Though cold and bare The haunted house you have chosen to
share, Still 'neath its walls the moonbeam goes And trembles on the
untended rose; Still o'er its broken roof-tree rise The starry arches of
the skies; And in your lightest word shall be The thunder of an ebbing
sea. NOCTURNE 'Tis not my voice now speaks; but a bird In darkling
forest hollows a sweet throat-- Pleads on till distant echo too hath
heard And doubles every note: So love that shrouded dwells in mystery
Would cry and waken thee. Thou Solitary, stir in thy still sleep; All
the night waits thee, yet thou still dream'st on. Furtive the shadows
that about thee creep, And cheat the shining footsteps of the moon:
Unseal thine eyes, it is my heart that sings, And beats in vain its
wings. Lost in heaven's vague, the stars burn softly through The world's
dark latticings, we prisoned stray Within its lovely labyrinth, and know
Mute seraphs guard the way Even from silence unto speech, from love To
that self's self it still is dreaming of. THE EXILE I am that Adam who,
with Snake for guest, Hid anguished eyes upon Eve's piteous breast. I am
that Adam who, with broken wings, Fled from the Seraph's brazen
trumpetings. Betrayed and fugitive, I still must roam A world where sin,
and beauty, whisper of Home. Oh, from wide circuit, shall at length I
see Pure daybreak lighten again on Eden's tree? Loosed from remorse and
hope and love's distress, Enrobe me again in