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 The last loud lyric fiery cry she cried, Heard once on heights Leucadian,—heard not here.

Not here; for this that fires our northland night, This is the song that made Love fearful, even the heart of love afraid, With the great anguish of its great delight. No swan-song, no far-fluttering half-drawn breath, No word that love of love's sweet nature saith, No dirge that lulls the narrowing lids of death, No healing hymn of peace-prevented strife,— This is her song of life.

I love thee,—hark, one tenderer note than all— Atthis, of old time, once—one low long fall, Sighing—one long low lovely loveless call, Dying—one pause in song so flamelike fast—