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Death hath not slain thee all: when twilight spends / Her liquid amber in the latest ebb / Withdrawing, and the day in silence ends,
Expectant of the stars, when through the web / Of woven boughs fall glimmering silver spears,
Our dreaming heart will stir, as if a light / Caress had touched it, and fill up with tears,
Remembering: nor only with the night / Fall that sweet sadness, light in a dark place,
Memory. Shrouded in her shrine of flesh,
The soul sits brooding, veiled of form and face / By Time, and in our mortal nature's mesh / Trammelled, yet sometimes hears the sound of wings / And sees, far off, divine, immortal things.