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She answers I am afraid to open my eyes. With them closed I see forests pillared like the streets Of ancient Antioch. I see mountains Transparent in the evening sun As the yellow sarong of an Indian princess.
 I know secrets so delicate, They would shatter beneath gossamer. There is forgotten fragrance in my nostrils. Weighty and vivid music sags above me. Can you hear it? I feel distances without horizon, And depths so great That they are heights.
He speaks Open your eyes.
She answers Would life still be Resounding days of singing columns, Tall nights of wistful towers? And would the sweet, immeasurable earth Chant beneath my feet? Could I still sleep beside the moon And wake to silence coming like a flock of swans Upon my consciousness?
 If I should . . . open my eyes?
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