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The silence of the unanswering soul Is on me and around; My heart hath echoes but for thee, Thou still, small, warning sound!

Voice after voice hath died away, Once in my dwelling heard; Sweet household-name by name hath changed To grief's forbidden word! From dreams of night on each I call, Each of the far removed; And waken to my own wild cry— "Where are ye, my beloved?"

Ye left me! and earth's flowers were dim With records of the past: And stars poured down another light Than o'er my youth they cast: Birds will not sing as once they sung, When ye were at my side,