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THE CLOSED DOOR
THE CLOSED DOOR
As we crossed Alcántara
With the Tagus falling,
I was 'ware there came a voice
At my shoulder calling.
As we climbed the steep red path
Red as smouldering ember—
"You, you know this well," it said,
"Do you not remember?"
Up the narrow cobbled streets
Still it followed after,
Whispering deeds that we had shared
With a fierce low laughter.
"Here you stabbed him and he fell
With his sword a-clatter—
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