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- AN IMAGE FROM A PAST LIFE
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- i{He.} Never until this night have I been stirred.
- The elaborate starlight throws a reflection
- On the dark stream,
- Till all the eddies gleam;
- And thereupon there comes that scream
- From terrified, invisible beast or bird:
- Image of poignant recollection.
- i{She.} An image of my heart that is smitten through
- Out of all likelihood, or reason,
- And when at last,
- Youth's bitterness being past,
- I had thought that all my days were cast
- Amid most lovely places; smitten as though
- It had not learned its lesson.
- i{He.} Why have you laid your hands upon my eyes?
- What can have suddenly alarmed you
- Whereon 'twere best
- My eyes should never rest?
- What is there but the slowly fading west,
- The river imaging the flashing skies,
- All that to this moment charmed you?
- i{She.} A Sweetheart from another life floats there
- As though she had been forced to linger
- From vague distress
- Or arrogant loveliness,
- Merely to loosen out a tress
- Among the starry eddies of her hair
- Upon the paleness of a finger.
- i{He.} But why should you grow suddenly afraid
- And start -- I at your shoulder --
- Imagining
- That any night could bring
- An image up, or anything
- Even to eyes that beauty had driven mad,
- But images to make me fonder?
- i{She.} Now She has thrown her arms above her head;
- Whether she threw them up to flout me,
- Or but to find,
- Now that no fingers bind,
- That her hair streams upon the wind,
- I do not know, that know I am afraid
- Of the hovering thing night brought me.
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