  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 ’neath your lightest word shall be The thunder of an ebbing sea. |
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