  Time has passed, since Shadows trembled to watch Twilight sweep the earth For the phantoms to trip and mince. A dark breeze the forest-heart stirs; Yet merry the face of the sky— Twinkling in joy Its innumerable eyes, the stars. Hushed the music within; Pleasure's silver laugh, dead; Thought lost in reverie— Reverie receding into nothing. The taper of dreams flickers Out, leaving the soul in dusk By the altar of love, Flower-laden as the night with stars. |
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