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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 MASK

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W.B. Yeats·1865–1939·Symbolism
Put off that mask of burning goldWith emerald eyes.''O no, my dear, you make so boldTo find if hearts be wild and wise,And yet not cold.' 'I would but find what's there to find,Love or deceit.''It was the mask engaged your mind,And after set your heart to beat,Not what's behind.' 'But lest you are my enemy,I must enquire.''O no, my dear, let all that be,What matter, so there is but fireIn you, in me?'