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<h2> THE CITADEL </h2>
<p>A night wind-swept and bound about with glee<br/>
Of Erebus; all light and cheer within;<br/>
White restless hands that falter, then begin<br/>
To weave a music-voiced fantasy.<br/>
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And life, and death, and love, and weariness,<br/>
And unrequital, thrid the maze of sound;<br/>
And one voice saith, “Behold, the lost is found!”<br/>
And saith not any more for joyfulness.<br/>
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Out of the night there comes a wanderer,<br/>
Who waits upon the threshold, and is still;<br/>
And listens, and bows down his head, until<br/>
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His grief-drawn breath startles the heart of her.<br/>
The victor vanquished, at her feet he fell,<br/>
A prisoner in his conquered citadel.<br/></p>
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