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THE MASK.

I bear upon my forehead shed,
The sign of what I lose,—
The ending of my day, she said.


V.

If I dared leave this smile, she said,
And take a moan upon my mouth,
And tie a cypress round my head,
And let my tears run smooth,—
It were the happier way, she said.


VI.

And since that must not be, she said,
I fain your bitter world would leave.
How calmly, calmly, smile the Dead,
Who do not, therefore, grieve!
The yea of Heaven is yea, she said.


VII.

But in your bitter world, she said,
Face-joy's a costly mask to wear,
And bought with pangs long nourishèd
And rounded to despair.
Grief's earnest makes life's play, she said.


VIII.

Ye weep for those who weep?—she said—
Ah fools!—I bid you pass them by;
Go, weep for those whose hearts have bled,
What time their eyes were dry!
Whom sadder can I say?—she said.