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Close up the casement, draw the blind,

   Shut out that stealing moon,

She wears too much the guise she wore

   Before our lutes were strewn

With years-deep dust, and names we read

   On a white stone were hewn.

Step not out on the dew-dashed lawn

   To view the Lady’s Chair,

Immense Orion’s glittering form,

   The Less and Greater Bear:

Stay in; to such sights we were drawn

   When faded ones were fair.

Brush not the bough for midnight scents

   That come forth lingeringly,

And wake the same sweet sentiments

   They breathed to you and me

When living seemed a laugh, and love

   All it was said to be.

Within the common lamp-lit room

   Prison my eyes and thought;

Let dingy details crudely loom,

   Mechanic speech be wrought:

Too fragrant was Life’s early bloom,

   Too tart the fruit it brought!