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Rh And its clavier was filmed with fingers Like tapering flames—wan, cold— Or the nebulous light that lingers In charnel mould.

"Gayer than most Was I," reverbed a drum; “The regiments, marchings, throngs, hurrahs! What a host I stirred—even when crape mufflings gagged me well-nigh dumb!"

Trilled an aged viol: "Much tune have I set free To spur the dance, since my first timid trial Where I had birth—far hence, in sunswept Italy!"

And he feels apt touches on him From those that pressed him then; Who seem with their glance to con him, Saying, "Not again!"

"A holy calm," Mourned a shawm's voice subdued, "Steeped my Cecilian rhythms when hymn and psalm Poured from devout souls met in Sabbath sanctitude."