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A DUETTIST TO HER PIANOFORTE; SONG OF SILENCE (E.L.H - H.C.H.), by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Since every sound moves memories
Last Line: Nay: hushed, hushed, hushed, you are for me!
Subject(s): Musical Instruments; Silence


SINCE every sound moves memories,
How can I play you
Just as I might if you raised no scene,
By your ivory rows, of a form between
My vision and your time-worn sheen,
As when each day you
Answered our fingers with ecstasy?
So it's hushed, hushed, hushed, you are for me!

And as I am doomed to counterchord
Her notes no more
In those old things I used to know,
In a fashion, when we practised so,
"Good-night! -- Good-bye!" to your pleated show
Of silk, now hoar,
Each nodding hammer, and pedal and key,
For dead, dead, dead, you are to me!

I fain would second her, strike to her stroke,
As when she was by,
Aye, even from the ancient clamorous "Fall
Of Paris," or "Battle of Prague" withal,
To the "Roving Minstrels," or "Elfin Call"
Sung soft as a sigh:
But upping ghosts press achefully,
And mute, mute, mute, you are for me!

Should I fling your polyphones, plaints, and quavers
Afresh on the air,
Too quick would the small white shapes be here
Of the fellow twain of hands so dear;
And a black-tressed profile, and pale smooth ear;
-- Then how shall I bear
Such heavily-haunted harmony?
Nay: hushed, hushed, hushed, you are for me!





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