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 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
ROMEO AND JULIET
From mask to mask, amid the masquerade,Young Passion went with challenging, soft breath:
Art Love? he whispered; art thou Love, sweet maid?
Then Love, with glittering eyelids, I am Death.
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |