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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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LONELINESS

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Robert Frost·1874–1963
_Her Word_) One ought not to have to careSo much as you and ICare when the birds come round the houseTo seem to say good-bye; Or care so much when they come backWith whatever it is they sing;The truth being we are as muchToo glad for the one thing As we are too sad for the other here--With birds that fill their breastsBut with each other and themselvesAnd their built or driven nests.