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 :::REACTION H heart, sink into yourself and rally The old fierce strength of your lonely mood — Tho' the train goes whistling thro' the valley, And the moths go fluttering thro' the wood. The cold dew rises from field and river, The night-wind wanders from hill to hill, The tall June grasses sigh and quiver, Oh heart, sink into yourself, be still!

Have done with love and its shilly-shally! Have done with love and its poison-smart! Oh heart, sink into yourself and rally The old fierce strength of your lonely mood — Let the train go whistling thro' the valley And the moths go fluttering thro' the wood. Return to your solitude, oh heart!