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| IT is moonlight. Alone in the silence | |
| I ascend my stairs once more, | |
| While waves, remote in a pale blue starlight, | |
| Crash on a white sand shore. | |
| It is moonlight. The garden is silent. | 5 |
| I stand in my room alone. | |
| Across my wall, from the far-off moon, | |
| A rain of fire is thrown … | |
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| There are houses hanging above the stars, | |
| And stars hung under a sea: | 10 |
| And a wind from the long blue vault of time | |
| Waves my curtains for me … | |
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| I wait in the dark once more, | |
| Swung between space and space: | |
| Before my mirror I lift my hands | 15 |
| And face my remembered face. | |
| Is it I who stand in a question here, | |
| Asking to know my name? … | |
| It is I, yet I know not whither I go, | |
| Nor why, nor whence I came. | 20 |
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| It is I, who awoke at dawn | |
| And arose and descended the stair, | |
| Conceiving a god in the eye of the sun,— | |
| In a woman’s hands and hair. | |
| It is I whose flesh is grey with the stones | 25 |
| I builded into a wall: | |
| With a mournful melody in my brain | |
| Of a tune I cannot recall … | |
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| There are roses to kiss: and mouths to kiss; | |
| And the sharp-pained shadow of death. | 30 |
| I remember a rain-drop on my cheek,— | |
| A wind like a fragrant breath … | |
| And the star I laugh on tilts through heaven; | |
| And the heavens are dark and steep … | |
| I will forget these things once more | 35 |
| In the silence of sleep. | |
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