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Fair faces crowd on Christmas night / Like seven suns a-row, / But all beyond is the wolfish wind / And the crafty feet of the snow.
But through the rout one figure goes / With quick and quiet tread; / Her robe is plain, her form is frail -- / Wait if she turn her head.
I say no word of line or hue, / But if that face you see, / Your soul shall know the smile of faith's / Awful frivolity.
Know that in this grotesque old masque / Too loud we cannot sing, / Or dance too wild, or speak too wide / To praise a hidden thing.
That though the jest be old as night, / Still shaketh sun and sphere / An everlasting laughter / Too loud for us to hear.