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 Things he had loved because he knew them lost, Things he had loved and never yet had found— The unintelligible beauty tossed Back from a foolish dream—the smothered sound Of laughter from a window swiftly barred In some monk's chronicle—the ruined grace Of carven marbles that old rains had marred— Things he had lost and loved were in that place.

And she was like the voice of those lost things Haunting the body that his arms held near, And singing there of other loves as sings The bird at evening of another year.