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| so:text | As darkness falls The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, Moving like music, secret and rich and warm. How shall we live tonight? Where shall we turn? To what new light or darkness yearn? A thousand winding stairs lead down before us; And one by one in myriads we descend By lamplit flowered walls, long balustrades, Through half-lit halls which reach no end. (en) |
| so:isPartOf | https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Conrad_Aiken |
| so:description | The House of Dust (1916 - 1917) (en) |
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