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 ITH changeful sound life beats upon the ear;
 * Yet, striving for release,
 * The most seductive string's
 * Sweet jargonings,
 * The happiest throat's
 * Most easeful, lovely notes

Fall back into a veiling silentness.

Even 'mid the rimiour of a moving host,
 * Blackening the clear green earth,
 * Vainly 'gainst that thin wall
 * The trumpets call,
 * Or with loud hum
 * The smoke-bemuffled drum:

From that high quietness no reply comes forth.

When, all at peace, two friends at ease alone
 * Talk out their hearts, — yet still
 * Between the grace-notes of
 * The voice of love
 * From each to each
 * Trembles a rarer speech,

And with its presence every pause doth fill.