Shadows trembled to watch

Twilight sweep the earth

For the phantoms to trip and mince.

A dark breeze the forest-heart stirs;

Yet merry the face of the sky—

Twinkling in joy

Its innumerable eyes, the stars.

Hushed the music within;

Pleasure's silver laugh, dead;

Thought lost in reverie—

Reverie receding into nothing.

The taper of dreams flickers

Out, leaving the soul in dusk

By the altar of love,

Flower-laden as the night with stars.

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"Nothing endures," you said;

"None can die," quoth love;

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