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THE FUGITIVE
I forgot to notice when the evening—like a village girl who has filled her pitcher at the river a last time for that day—closed the door on her cabin.
I was speaking to you, my love, with mind barely conscious of my voice—tell me, had it any meaning? Did it bring you any message from beyond life's borders?
For now, since my voice has ceased, I feel the night throbbing with thoughts that gaze in awe at the abyss of their dumbness.
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When we two first met my heart rang out in music, "She who is eternally afar is beside you for ever."
That music is silent, because I have grown to believe that my love is only near, and have forgotten that she is also far, far away.
Music fills the infinite between two
