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SONG OF SILENCE / (E. L. H. -H. C. H.)
SINCE every sound moves memories, / How can I play you / Just as I might if you raised no scene, / By your ivory rows, of a form between / My vision and your time-worn sheen, / As when each day you / Answered our fingers with ecstasy? / So it's hushed, hushed, hushed, you are for me!