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So silent is the world to-night
The lamp gives silence out like light,
The latticed windows open wide
Show silence, like the night, outside:
The nightingale’s faint song draws near
Like musical silence to mine ear.

The empty house calls not to me,
“Here, but for fate, were thou and she—”
Its gibe for once is checked. To-night
Silence is queen in grief’s despite,
And even the longing of my soul
Is silent ’neath this hour’s control.