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, 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;