The Mask
Behind this frowning mask I see
A little, up-turned nose,
Eyes full of laughing friendliness,
And cheeks like a velvet rose.
The mask is ugly, I admit,
But I can see within,
Two soft, warm lips in roguish smile,
A round and dimpled chin.
Why should she hide her lovely face?
Perhaps you wish to ask.
Well, all the ugliness we see
Is nothing but a mask.
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