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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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The Clouds That Are so Light

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HE clouds that are so light,Beautiful, swift and bright,Cast shadows on field and parkOf the earth that is so dark, And even so now, light one!Beautiful, swift and bright one!You let fall on a heart that was dark,Unillumined, a deeper mark. But clouds would have, without earthTo shadow, far less worth:Away from your shadow on meYour beauty less would be, And if it still be treasuredAn age hence, it shall be measuredBy this small dark spotWithout which it were not.