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from “The Harlot’s House”

But  she—she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.

The suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.

And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
Oscar Wilde (1856–1900)