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"And I cannot touch her face / And I cannot touch her hair, / And I kneel to empty shadows -- / Just memories of her grace; / And her voice sings in the winds / And in the sobs of dawn / And among the flowers at night / And from the brooks at sunrise / And from the sea at sunset, / And I answer with vain callings. "
It was the Joy of the Sunset that brought us to speech. I was gone a long way from my house, walking lonely-wise, and stopping often that I view the piling upward of the Battlements of Evening, and to feel the dear and strange gathering of the Dusk come over all the world about me.