And I no more am I; Delight is changeful as the hue Of heaven, that is no longer blue In yonder sunset sky. ELLE. Nay, if we seek we shall not find, If we knock none openeth; Nay, see, the sunset fades behind The mountains, and the cold night wind Blows from the house of Death. 

LUI

Arise and tempt the seas;

Among the mirrored trees.

ELLE

And dear the languid dream;

And murmur of the stream.

We rested in the shade;

There is no fairer glade.

LUI

And seek him everywhere;

Amid the perfumed air.

And I no more am I;

In yonder sunset sky.

ELLE

If we knock none openeth;

Blows from the house of Death.

 ROMANCE. My Love dwelt in a Northern land. A grey tower in a forest green Was his, and far on either hand The long wash of the waves was seen, And leagues on leagues of yellow sand, The woven forest boughs between! And through the clear faint Northern night The sunset slowly died away, And herds of strange deer, silver-white, Stole forth among the branches grey; About the coming of the light, They fled like ghosts before the day! I know not if the forest green Still girdles round that castle grey; I know not if the boughs between The 

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