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Above the darkened house the night is spread, / The hidden valley holds / Vapour and dew and silence in its folds, / And waters sighing on the river-bed. / No wandering wind there is / To swing the star-wreaths of the clematis / Against the stone; / Out of the hanging woods, above the shores, / One liquid voice of throbbing crystal pours, / Singing alone.
A stream of magic through the heart of night / Its unseen passage cleaves; / Into the darkened room below the eaves / It falls from out the woods upon the height, / A strain of ecstasy / Wrought on the confines of eternity, / Glamour and pain, / And echoes gathered from a world of years, / Old phantoms, dim like mirage seen through tears, / But young again.
"Peace, peace," the bird sings on amid the woods, / "Peace, from the land that is the spirit's goal, -- / The land that nonce may see but with his soul, -- / Peace on the darkened house above the floods." / Pale constellations of the clematis, / Hark to that voice of his / That will not cease, / Swing low, droop low your spray, / Light with your white stars all the shadowed way / To peace, peace!