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In Disguise

I understand; you need not speak:
The heart that is for Sorrow strong,
For Joy too joyful were too weak;
She must not come with dance and song,
  But lightly as a dove.

'Tis thus she comes, and makes no claim;
She whispers soft, she kneeleth low,
And wears the while a gentler name.
Oh, hear me breathe it! Must she go?
  The name she wears is Love.

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