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Not even a fragment of arras
 Hung from the bald blank wall,
Nor a bit of ancient carving—
 Bare, carpetless, desolate all!

Shadowy feet seemed to follow me;
 Hark to a shutting door!
I paused, looked backward to listen,
 That sound I had heard before.
Well I knew the click of the latch,
 Too well I recalled that sound;
It opened a chamber of memory,
 Into a silence profound.

I went to that room and entered,
 Then closed the door after me;
A flood of tears drown'd the shadows—
 These shadows so haunting me.
The moon her last arrow shivered,
 And flung it down on the floor,
And a strain of heav'nly music
 Burst through the closéd door.

At length my sad dream was over,
 My sorrow these shadows had cast—
I would not now back recall her,
 That wish is for ever past;