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It all comes back as the end draws near	A
All comes back like a tale of old	B
Shall I tell you all Will you lend an ear	C
You with your face so stern and cold	B
You who have found me dying here	C
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Lady Leona's villa at Verne	D
You have walked its terraces where the fount	B
And statue gleam and the fluted urn	D
Its world old elms that are avenues gaunt	B
Of shadow and flame when the West is a burn	D
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'T is a lonely region of tarns and trees	E
And hollow hills that circle the West	B
Haunted of rooks and the far off sea's	E
Immemorial vague unrest	B
A land of sorrowful memories	E
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A gray sad land where the wind has its will	F
And the sun its way with the fruits and flowers	G
Where ever the one all night is shrill	F
And ever the other all day brings hours	G
Of glimmering silence that dead days fill	F
	-
A gray sad land where her girlhood grew	H
To womanhood proud that the hill winds seemed	B
To give their heart like melody to	H
And the stars their soul like a dream undreamed	B
The only glad thing that the sad land knew	H
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My Lady you know how nobly born	I
Haughty of form with a head that rose	J
Like a dream of empire love and scorn	I
Made haunts of her eyes and her lips were bows	K
Whence pride imperious flashed flower and thorn	I
	-
And I oh I was nobody one	L
Her worshiper only who chose to be	M
Silent seeing that love alone	N
Was his only badge of nobility	M
Set in his heart's escutcheon	N
	-
How long ago does the springtime look	O
When we wandered away to the hills the hills	P
Like the land in the tale in the fairy book	O
Covered with gold of the daffodils	P
And gemmed with the crocus by brae and brook	O
	-
When I gathered a branch from a hawthorn tree	M
For her hair or bosom from boughs that hung	Q
Odorous of heaven and purity	M
And she thanked me smiling then merrily sung	Q
Laughingly sung while she looked at me	M
	-
There dwelt a princess over the sea	M
Right fair was she right fair was she	M
Who loved a squire of low degree	M
But married a king of Brittany	M
Ah woe is me	M
	-
And it came to pass on the wedding day	B
So people say so people say	B
That they found her dead in her bridal array	B
Dead and her lover beside her lay	B
Ah well away	B
	-
A sour stave for your sweets she said	B
Pressing the blossoms against her lips	R
Then petal by petal the branch she shred	B
Snowing the blooms from her finger tips	R
Tossing them down for her feet to tread	B
	-
What to her was the look I gave	S
Of love despised though she seemed to start	B
Seeing and said with a quick hand wave	S
Why one would think that that was your heart	B
While her face with a sudden thought grew grave	S
	-
But I answered nothing And so to her home	T
We came in the twilight falling clear	A
With a few first stars and a moon's curved foam	T
Over the hush of meadow and mere	A
Whence the boom of the bittern would often come	U
	-
Would you think that she loved me Who can say	B
What a riddle unread was she to me	M
When I kissed her fingers and turned away	B
I wanted to speak but what cared she	M
Though her eyes looked soft and she begged me stay	B
	-
Though she lingered to watch me that might be	M
A slim moon beam or the evening haze	V
But never my Lady's drapery	M
Or wistful face in the ivy maze	V
Leona of Verne why what cared she	M
	-
So the days went by and the Summer wore	W
Her hot heart out and a mighty slayer	X
The Autumn harried the land and shore	W
And the world was red with his wrecks but grayer	X
That land with the ghosts of the nevermore	W
	-
The sheaves of the Summer had long been bound	B
The harvests of Autumn had long been past	B
And the snows of the Winter lay deep around	B
When the dark news came and I knew at last	B
And the reigning woe of my heart was crowned	B
	-
So I sought her here the young Earl's bride	B
In the ancient room at the oriel dreaming	Y
Pale as the blooms in her hair and wide	B
Her robe's rich satin flung stormily gleaming	Y
Like shimmering silver twilight dyed	B
	-
I marked as I stole to her side that tears	Z
Were vaguely large in her beautiful eyes	A2
That the loops of pearls on her throat and years	B2
Old lace on her bosom were heaved with sighs	A2
So I spoke what I thought Then it appears	B2
	-
And stopped with it seemed my soul in my gaze	V
That you are not happy Leona of Verne	N
There is that at your heart which well betrays	V
These mocking mummeries Live and learn	N
And this is the truth that the poet says	C2
	-
'I went to my love and I told with my heart	B
In words of the soul that are silent in speech	D2
All of my passion too sacred for art	B
But she heard me not for I could not reach	D2
Her in that world of which she is part '	-
	-
That world where I saw you as one afar	E2
Sees palms and waters and knows that sands	F2
Pitiless sands before him are	E2
Yet follows ever with helpless hands	F2
Till he sinks at last You were my star	E2
	-
My hope my heaven I loved you Life	G2
Is less than nothing to me She turned	B
With a wild look saying Now I am his wife	G2
You come and tell me Indeed you are learn'd	B
In the language of hearts that's unheard A Knife	G2
	-
As she ceased and leaned on a cabinet	B
A curve of scintillant steel keen cold	B
Fell icily clashing some curio met	B
Among Asian antiques bronze and gold	B
Mystical curiously graven and set	B
	-
A Bactrian dagger whose slightest prick	H2
Through its ancient poison was death I knew	N
If true that she loved me then And quick	H2
To the unspoken thought she replied 'T is true	N
I have loved you long and my soul was sick	H2
	-
Sick for the love that has made me weak	I2
Weak to your will even now And more	W
She said in my arms that I shall not speak	I2
And the dagger there on the polished floor	W
Ever her eyes while she spoke would seek	I2
	-
'And it came to pass on the wedding day'	B
Then my lips for a moment were crushed to hers	G
'That they found her dead in her bridal array '	-
She sang then said You finish the verse	J2
Finish the song for you know the way	B
	-
And I whispered yes for my mind had thought	B
Her own thought through that life were a hell	K2
To her as to me So the blade I caught	B
With a sudden hand and she leaned and well	K2
What a little wound and the blood it brought	B
	-
To crimson her bosom I set her there	L2
In that carven chair then turned the blade	B
With its glittering haft one savage glare	L2
Of gold and jewels wildly inlaid	B
To my breast for the poisonous point rent bare	L2
	-
A stain of blood on her bosom and one	N
Black red o'er my heart You see 't is good	B
To die so for love Does the sinking sun	N
Through the dull vast west burst banked with blood	B
Or is it that life will at last have done	N
	-
So you are her husband and well you see	M
You see she is dead But your face how white	B
Is it with hate or with misery	M
What matters it now For at last the night	B
Falls and the silence covers me	M

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