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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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Love Letter

12 lines
Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
ot easy to state the change you made.If I’m alive now, then I was dead,Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,Staying put according to habit. You didn’t just toe me an inch, no—Nor leave me to set my small bald eyeSkyward again, without hope, of course,Of apprehending blueness, or stars. That wasn’t it. I slept, say: a snakeMasked among black rocks as a black rockIn the white hiatus of winter— Like my neighbors, taking no pleasure