Masked

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Lying alone I dreamed a dream last night:
  Methought that Joy had come to comfort me
  For all the past, its suffering and slight,
  Yet in my heart I felt this could not be.

  All that he said unreal seemed and strange,
  Too beautiful to last beyond to-morrow;
  Then suddenly his features seemed to change,--
  The mask of joy dropped from the face of Sorrow.

© Madison Julius Cawein