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The House of Falling Leaves we entered in—

He and I—we entered in and found it fair;

At midnight some one called him up the stair,

And closed him in the Room I could not win.

Now must I go alone out in the din

Of hurrying days: for forth he cannot fare;

I must go on with Time, and leave him there

In Autumn's house where dreams will soon grow thin.

When Time shall close the door unto the house

And opens that of Winter's soon to be,

And dreams go moving through the ruined boughs—

He who went in comes out a Memory.

From his deep sleep no sound may e'er arouse,—

The moaning rain, nor wind-embattled sea.