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But hush!—it ceas'd:—and, like a charm dissolv'd, The sounds that whisper'd round that little shrine Broke off like music when the song is solv'd, And left the silence as the only sign. Yet something like a voice was in the hush, A voice of footsteps, and of garments stirr'd; And on the threshold of that wooden rush A figure glided in, with folded sword.