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ix.

I thought that it was fancy, and I listen'd in my bed,

And then did something speak to me—I know not what was said;
For great delight and shuddering took hold of all my mind,
And up the valley came again the music on the wind.

x.

But you were sleeping; and I said, "It's not for them: it's mine."

And if it comes three times, I thought, I take it for a sign.
And once again it came, and close beside the window-bars,
Then seem'd to go night up to Heaven and die among the stars.

xi.

So now I think my time is near. I trust it is. I know

The blessed music went that way my soul will have to go.
And for myself, indeed, I care not if I go to-day.
But, Effie, you must comfort her when I am past away.