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No sound of laughter, no peals of joy, no hearty bellows no warming cheer I trek a thousand dead mute halls with none to cry and none to fear A whisper here a soft breeze there, my muffled feet on endless paths, caress my thoughts and soothe my aches and frost the ancient dusty glass
An echo rises through the walls of ancient love and merriment here for a moment - then is lost - in whiffs of sadness I'm content An empty hall - and lifeless rooms - where Quiet rules with reverent care and dust and cobwebs dot the shadows - profaning not - they do not dare
How in the middle of my life an aching nothingness remains- How, if all was a fleeting dream, this marble hall your scent retains? I'm pacing up and down again - a thousand rooms and one is all The only sound to rape my hunt - far bugles sing a hollow call
No sound of laughter - non shed a tear, In light and shadow seconds crawl my naked heart salutes your shade - A final hero to my fall, No anger teethes, no hatred rules - the edge to pain is dulled with time but thoughts remain, to daunt and mock, to think I would have made You mine.
And in your eyes and on your lips, my sun had risen, my moon has set, A final flutter of my wings - I flew to close - I'm burnt bereft.