Page:The Land of Heart's Desire, Yeats, 1894.djvu/37

Rh And I would like to dance until the reeds

And the loud wind, the white wave on the shore,

And all the stars have danced themselves to sleep.

What is that ugly thing on the black cross?

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You cannot know how naughty your words are!

That is Our Blessed Lord!

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Hide it away!

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I have begun to be afraid again!

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Hide it away!

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That would be wickedness!