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REACTION

OH heart, sink into yourself and rally
  The old fierce strength of your lonely mood —
Tho' the train goes whistling thro' the valley,
   And the moths go fluttering thro' the wood.
 
The cold dew rises from field and river,
   The night-wind wanders from hill to hill,
The tall June grasses sigh and quiver,
   Oh heart, sink into yourself, be still!

Have done with love and its shilly-shally!
   Have done with love and its poison-smart!
Oh heart, sink into yourself and rally
   The old fierce strength of your lonely mood —
Let the train go whistling thro' the valley
   And the moths go fluttering thro' the wood.
Return to your solitude, oh heart!