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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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A BOUNDLESS MOMENT

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Robert Frost·1874–1963
e halted in the wind, and--what was thatFar in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?He stood there bringing March against his thought,And yet too ready to believe the most. "Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;And truly it was fair enough for flowersHad we but in us to assume in MarchSuch white luxuriance of May for ours. We stood a moment so in a strange world,Myself as one his own pretense deceives;And then I said the truth (and we moved on):A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.