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 WAS at peace until you came And set a careless mind aflame. I lived in quiet; cold, content; All longing in safe banishment. Until your ghostly lips and eyes
 * Made wisdom unwise.

Naught was in me to tempt your feet To seek a lodging. Quite forgot Lay the sweet solitude we two In childhood used to wander through; Time's cold had closed my heart about;
 * And shut you out.

Well, and what then? ... O vision grave, Take all the little all I have! Strip me of what in voiceless thought Life's kept of life, unhoped, unsought! — Reverie and dream that memory must
 * Hide deep in dust!

This only I say: — Though cold and bare The haunted house you have chosen to share, Still 'neath its walls the moonbeam goes