| MY restless blood now lies a-quiver | |
| Knowing that always, exquisitely, | |
| This April twilight on the river | |
| Stirs anguish in the heart of me. | |
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| For the fast world in that rare glimmer | 5 |
| Puts on the witchery of a dream, | |
| The straight grey buildings, richly dimmer, | |
| The fiery windows, and the stream | |
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| With willows leaning quietly over, | |
| The still ecstatic fading skies… | 10 |
| And all these, like a waiting lover, | |
| Murmur and gleam, lift lustrous eyes, | |
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| Drift close to me, and sideways bending | |
| Whisper delicious words. | |
| But I | 15 |
| Stretch terrible hands, uncomprehending, | |
| Shaken with love; and laugh; and cry. | |
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| My agony made the willows quiver; | |
| I heard the knocking of my heart | |
| Die loudly down the windless river, | 20 |
| I heard the pale skies fall apart, | |
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| And the shrill stars’ unmeaning laughter, | |
| And my voice with the vocal trees | |
| Weeping. And Hatred followed after, | |
| Shrilling madly down the breeze. | 25 |
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| In peace from the wild heart of clamour, | |
| A flower in moonlight, she was there, | |
| Was rippling down white ways of glamour | |
| Quietly laid on wave and air. | |
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| Her passing left no leaf a-quiver. | 30 |
| Pale flowers wreathed her white, white brows. | |
| Her feet were silence on the river; | |
| And “Hush!” she said, between the boughs. | |
