PART TWO
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It was all quiet on that little hill,
And through the dusk a hazy quiet fell,
Quiet as lulled as after a slow bell
The silver quaver falters and is still.
There was no stir among the trees at all
Nor any lift of air along the ground;
Only soft rain that settled with no sound,
And rain drops on still leaves too stilled to fall.
He thought the stillness was her bridal house
And here within hushed walls of secretness
She lay and waited till his love should rouse
Echoes of longing, and with love's excess
Ring down this silence on a rising chime,
Ring down the heavens and the roof of time.
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