SHE opened her moist crimson lips to sing; br And from her throat that is so white and full br The notes leaped like a fountain. A smooth lull br Was o'er my heart: as when—a viol—string br Having been broken—the first musical ring br Once over, all the rest is but a dull br Crude dissonance, howe'er thou twist and pull br The sundered fragments. A most weary thing br It is within the perished heart to seek br Pain, and not find it, but a clinging pall br Like sleep upon the mind. The mere set plan br Of life then comes, and grief that is not weak br Because it has no tears. Life's all—in—all br Was certainly at end when this began.