Moveless Memories

Blow, autumn wind of this tempestuous night! 
Roar ______ this garden, and bear down these trees; 
Surely to-night thy voice is as the seas, 
And all ______ heart exultant in thy might! 
Lo! thou wast ______ before the morning light, 
And in the darkness ______ dost take no ease; 
But ever thy wild ______ doth increase. 
As through thy waves the nightbirds ______ their flight: 

Roar thyself hoarse, thy rage is ______ in vain, 
Thou canst not from this garden, ______ this grove, 
Drive forth the undying memories of love. 
Nor hush at all the sweet mysterious strain 
They sing, who never into sleep descend, 
But ______ perpetual vigil to the end.