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Eros T5 The falling leaf inaugurates
 * The reign of her confusion

The pounding wave reverberates
 * The crash of her illusion;

And home, where passion lived and died, Becomes a place where she can hide,— While all the town and harbor side
 * Vibrate with her seclusion.

We tell you, tapping on our brows,
 * The story as it should be,—

As if the story of a house
 * Were told, or ever could be;

We'll have no kindly veil between Her visions and those we have seen,— As if we guessed what hers have been
 * Or what they are or would be.

Meanwhile, we do no harm; for they
 * That with a god have striven,

Nor hearing much of what we say,
 * Take what the god has given;

Though like waves breaking it may be, Or like a changed familiar tree. Or like a stairway to the sea,
 * Where down the blind are driven.

Edwin Arlington Robinson