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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 DREAM OF DEATH

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W.B. Yeats·1865–1939·Symbolism
dreamed that one had died in a strange placeNear no accustomed hand;And they had nailed the boards above her faceThe peasants of that land,Wondering to lay her in that solitude,And raised above her moundA cross they had made out of two bits of wood,And planted cypress round;And left her to the indifferent stars aboveUntil I carved these words:_She was more beautiful than thy first love,But now lies under boards_.