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A DOUBT.
What more? Ah, well! Ophelia fled-
From Hamlet—when his mask was raised.
"I—was—mistaken," Hamlet said,
As in Ophelia's face he gazed.
From Hamlet—when his mask was raised.
"I—was—mistaken," Hamlet said,
As in Ophelia's face he gazed.
Ah, in the world, as at the ball,
There is a mask that lovers wear;
We call it Youth. But let it fall,
Then,—Hamlet and Ophelia stare.
There is a mask that lovers wear;
We call it Youth. But let it fall,
Then,—Hamlet and Ophelia stare.
A DOUBT.
It is subtle, and weary, and wide;
It measures the world at my side;
It touches the stars and the sun;
It creeps with the dew to my feet;
It broods on the blossoms, and none,
Because of its brooding, are sweet;
It slides as a snake in the grass,
Whenever, wherever I pass.
It measures the world at my side;
It touches the stars and the sun;
It creeps with the dew to my feet;
It broods on the blossoms, and none,
Because of its brooding, are sweet;
It slides as a snake in the grass,
Whenever, wherever I pass.
