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I turned the key and opened wide the door / To enter my deserted room again, / Where thro' the long hot months the dust had lain. / Was it not lonely when across the floor / No step was heard, no sudden song that bore / My whole heart upward with a joyous pain? / Were not the pictures and the volumes fain / To have me with them always as before? / But Giorgione's Venus did not deign / To lift her lids, nor did the subtle smile / Of Mona Lisa deepen. Madeleine / Still wept against the glory of her hair, / Nor did the lovers part their lips the while, / But kissed unheeding that I watched them there.