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The truth came over my life like a darkness Over a forest where one man wanders, Worse than alone. For a time I staggered And stumbled on with a weak persistence After the phantom of hope that darted And dodged like a frightened thing before me, To quit me at last, and vanish. THE TRUTH CAME OVER MY LIFE LIKE A DARKNESS OVER FOREST WHERE ONE MAN WANDERS WORSE THAN ALONE FOR A TIME I STAGGERED AND STUMBLED ON WITH A WEAK PERSISTENCE AFTER THE PHANTOM OF HOPE THAT DARTED AND DODGED LIKE A FRIGHTENED THING BEFORE ME TO QUIT ME AT LAST AND VANISH
 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. 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. UT 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 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
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