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First Line: There is a harper plays
Last Line: The passion and sorrow of the eternal doom?
Subject(s): Cities; Urban Life


There is a harper plays
Through the long watches of the lonely night
When, like a cemetery,
Sleeps the dark city, with her millions laid each in his tomb.

I feel it in my dream; but when I wake,
Suddenly, like some secret thing not to be overheard,
It ceases --
And the gray night grows dumb.

Only in memory
Linger those veiled adagios, fading, fading . . .
Till, with the morning, they are lost.

What door was opened then?
What worlds undreamed of lie around us in our sleep,
That yet we may not know?
Where is it one sat playing
Oven and over, with such high and dreadful peace,
The passion and sorrow of the eternal doom?





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