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John Milton

Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15

Afford a present to the Infant God?

Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,

To welcome him to this his new abode,

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Parting

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HE Past is a strange land, most strange.Wind blows not there, nor does rain fall:If they do, they cannot hurt at all.Men of all kinds as equals range The soundless fields and streets of it.Pleasure and pain there have no sting,The perished self not sufferingThat lacks all blood and nerve and wit, And is in shadow-land a shade.Remembered joy and miseryBring joy to the joyous equally;Both sadden the sad. So memory made Parting to-day a double pain:First because it was parting; nextBecause the ill it ended vexedAnd mocked me from the Past again, Not as what had been remediedHad I gone on,--not that, oh no!But as itself no longer woe;Sighs, angry word and look and deed Being faded: rather a kind of bliss,For there spiritualized it layIn the perpetual yesterdayThat naught can stir or stain like this.