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I was watching The slow, sweet scenes of a golden picture, Flushed and alive with a long delusion That made the murmur of home, when I shuddered And felt like a knife that awful silence That comes when the music goes    forever. I WAS WATCHING THE SLOW SWEET SCENES OF A GOLDEN PITCHER FLUSHED AND ALIVE WITH A LONG DELUSION THAT MADE THE MURMUR OF HOME WHEN I SHUDDERED AND FELT LIKE A KNIFE THAT AWFUL SILENCE THAT COMES WHEN THE MUSIC GOES FOREVER
woe was her sin, or whether The chains themselves were enough to lead her In love's despite to break them. . . . Sinners And saints -- I say -- are rocked in the cradle, But never are known till the will within them Speaks in its own good time. So I foster Even to-night for the woman who wronged me, Nothing of hate, nor of love, but a feeling Of still regret; for the man -- But hear me, And judge for yourself: -- For a time the seasons Changed and passed in a sweet succession That seemed to me like an endless music: Life was a rolling psalm, and the choirs Of God were glad for our love. I fancied All this, and more than I dare to tell you To-night, -- yes, more than I dare to remember; And then -- well, the music stopped. There are moments In all men's lives when it stops, I fancy, -- Or seems to stop, -- till it comes to cheer them Again with a larger sound. The curtain Of life just then is lifted a little To give to their sight new joys -- new sorrows -- Or nothing at all, sometimes. S OF HER MARRIAGE WHATEVER THE WORD MAY MEAN I WONDER IF ALL THE WOE WAS HER SIN OR WHETHER THE CHAINS THEMSELVES WERE ENOUGH TO LEAD HER AND LOVE'S DESPITE TO BREAK THEM SINNERS AND SAINTS I SAY ARE ROCKED IN THE CRADLE BUT NEVER UNKNOWN TILL THE WILL WITHIN THEM SPEAKS IN ITS OWN GOOD TIME SO I FOSTER EVEN TO NIGHT FOR THE WOMAN WHO WRONGED ME NOTHING OF HATE NOR OF LOVE BUT A FEELING OF STILL REGRET FOR THE MAN BUT HEAR ME AND JUDGE FOR YOURSELF FOR A TIME THE SEASONS CHANGED AND PASSED IN A SWEET SUCCESSION IT SEEMED TO ME LIKE AN ENDLESS MUSIC LIFE WAS A ROLLING PSALM AND THE CHOIRS OF GOD WERE GLAD FOR OUR LOVE I FANCIED ALL THIS AND MORE THAN I DARE TO TELL YOU TO NIGHT YES MORE THAN I DARE TO REMEMBER AND THEN WELL THE MUSIC STOPPED THERE ARE MOMENTS IN ALL MEN'S LIVES WHEN THEY STOPS I FANCY OR SEEMS TO STOP TILL IT COMES TO CHEER THEM AGAIN WITH A LARGER SOUND THE CURTAIN OF LIFE JUST THEN IS LIFTED A LITTLE TO GIVE THEIR SIGHT NEW JOYS NEW SORROWS OR NOTHING AT ALL SOMETIMES
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