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Rh And the innocence that mocked me, while in dim unseen recesses
 * There were lurking fouler secrets than the furtive reptile face.

And since then,—O, why the burden?—when the joyous faces greet me,
 * With their eyes of limpid innocence, and words devoid of art,

I cannot trust their seeming, but must ask what eyes would meet me
 * Could I look in sudden silence at the secrets of the heart!