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"Oh, hush! " you said; "oh, hush! " The twilight hung / Between us and the world; but in your face, / Flooding with warm inner light, the sovereign grace / Of one who rests the brooding trees among --
Of one who steps down from a lofty throne, / Seeking that peace the sceptre cannot call; / And leaving courtier, page, and seneschal, / Goes down the lane of sycamores alone;
And, going, listens to the notes that swell / From golden throats -- stories of ardent days, / And lovers in fair vales; and homing bell:
And the sweet theme unbearable, she prays / The song-bird cease! So, on the tale I dare, / Your "hush! " your wistful "hush! " broke like prayer.