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My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings / Vibrate most readily to minor chords, / Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words / Which voice the passion and the ache of things: / Illusions beating with their baffled wings / Against the walls of circumstance, and hoards / Of torn desires, broken joys; records / Of all a bruised life's maimed imaginings.
Now you are come! You tremble like a star / Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set.
Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb / And mute, I have no tones to answer. Far / Within I kneel before you, speechless yet, / And life ablaze with beauty, I am dumb.