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 Sadly I rose at dawn, undid the latch of my shutters, Thinking to let in light, but I only let in love. Birds in the boughs were awake; I listen'd to their chaunting; Each one sang to his love; only I was alone.

This, I said in my heart, is the hour of life and pleasure. Now each creature on earth has his joy, and lives in the sun, Each in another's eyes finds light, the light of compassion, This is the moment of pity, this is the moment of love. Speak, O desolate city! Speak, O silence in sadness! Where is she that loved in my strength, that spoke to my soul? Where are those passionate eyes that appealed to my eyes in passion? Where is the mouth that kiss'd me, the breast that I laid to my own?

Speak, thou soul of my soul, for rage in my heart is kindled. Tell me, where didst thou flee in the day of destruction and fear? See, my arms enfold thee, enfolding thus all heaven, See, my desire is fulfilled in thee, for it fills the earth.

Thus in my grief I lamented. Then turned I from the window, Turn'd to the stair, and the open door, and the empty street,