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THE MASK.
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THE MASK.
Unveil'd, unmask'd! not so, not so!
Ah! thine are closer worn
Than those which, in light mockery,
One evening thou hast borne.
The mask and veil which thou dost wear
Are of thyself a part;
No mask can ever hide thy face
As that conceals thy heart.
Thy smiles, they sparkle o'er thy brow,
Like sunbeams to and fro;
But no one in their light can read
The depths that lurk below.
The tears, how beautiful they shine
Within thy large dark eyes!
But who can tell what is the cause
From which those tears arise?
E'en as thy curls are train'd to fall
Around thy angel face,
So every look thy features wear
Is tutor'd in its grace.
No eager impulses ere fling
Their warmth upon thy cheek;
