jeudi 5 avril 2012

The Mask

PUT off that mask of burning gold
 With emerald eyes.
 O no, my dear, you make so bold 
To 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 fire
 In you, in me?

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