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was all quiet on that little hill, And through the dusk a hazy quiet fell, Quiet as lulled as after a slow bell The silver quaver falters and is still. There was no stir among the trees at all Nor any lift of air along the ground; Only soft rain that settled with no sound, And rain drops on still leaves too stilled to fall.

He thought the stillness was her bridal house And here within hushed walls of secretness She lay and waited till his love should rouse Echoes of longing, and with love's excess Ring down this silence on a rising chime, Ring down the heavens and the roof of time.