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Meseemed that while she played, while lightly yet / Her fingers fell, as roses bloom by bloom, / I listened -- dead within a mighty room / Of some old palace where great casements let / Gaunt moonlight in, that glimpsed a parapet / Of statued marble: in the arrased gloom / Majestic pictures towered, dim as doom, / The dreams of Titian and of Tintoret. / And then, it seemed, along a corridor, / A mile of oak, a stricken footstep came. / Hurrying, yet slow. I thought long centuries / Passed ere she entered -- she, I loved of yore, / For whom I died, who wildly wailed my name / And bent and kissed me on the mouth and eyes.