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The garden's full of scented wallflowers	A
And save that these stir faintly nothing stirs	A
Only a distant bell in hollow chime	B
Cried out just now for far forgoten time	B
And three reverberate words the great bell spoke	C
The knocker's made of brass the door of oak	C
And such a clamor must be loosed on air	D
By the knocker's blow that knock I do not dare	D
The silence is a spell and if it break	E
What things that now lie sleeping will awake	E
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Are simple creatures lying there in cool	F
Sweet linen sheets in slumber like the pool	F
Of moonlight white as water on the floor	G
Will they come down laughing and unlock the door	G
And will they draw me in and let me sit	H
On the tall settle while the lamp is lit	H
And shall I see their innocent clean lives	A
Shining as plainly as the plates and knives	A
The blue bowls and the brass cage with its bird	I
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But listen listen surely something stirred	I
Within the house and creeping down the halls	A
Draws close to me with sinister footfalls	A
Will long pale fingers softly lift the latch	J
And lead me up under the osier thatch	J
To a little room a little secret room	K
Hung with green arras picturing the doom	K
The most disasterous death of some proud knight	L
And shall I search the room by candle light	L
And see behind the curtains of my bed	M
A murdered man who sleeps as sleep the dead	M
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Or will my clamorous knocking shake the trees	A
With lonely thunder through the stillnesses	A
And then lie down the coldest fear of all	N
To nothing and deliberate silence fall	N
On the house deep in the silence and no one come	O
To door or window staring blind and dumb	O

Elinor Morton Wylie

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