The Wind Was On The Forest, And Silence On The Wold; And Darkness On The Waters, And Heaven Was Starry Cold; When Sleep, With Mystic Magic, Bade Me This Thing Behold: This Side, An Iron Woodland; That Side, An Iron Waste; And Heaven, A Tower Of Iron, Wherein The Wan Moon Paced, Still As A Phantom Woman, Ice-Eyed And Icy-Faced. And Through The Haunted Tower Of Silence And Of Night, My Soul And I Went Only, My Soul, Whose Face Was White, Whose One Hand Signed Me Listen, One Bore A Taper-Light. For, Lo! A Voice Behind Me Kept Sighing In My Ear The Dreams My Flesh Accepted, My Mind Refused To Hear - Of One I Loved And Loved Not, Whose Spirit Now Spake Near. And, Lo! A Voice Before Me Kept Calling Constantly The Hopes My Mind Accepted, My Flesh Refused To See - Of One I Loved And Loved Not, Whose Spirit Spake To Me. This Way The One Would Bid Me; This Way The Other Saith: - Sweet Is The Voice Behind Me Of Life That Followeth; And Sweet The Voice Before Me Of Life Whose Name Is Death.