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Upon the road of my life

 Upon the road of my life,
Passed me many fair creatures,
Clothed all in white, and radiant.
To one, finally, I made speech: "Who art thou?" But she, like the others, Kept cowled her face, And answered in haste, anxiously, "I am good deed, forsooth; You have often seen me.
" "Not uncowled," I made reply.
And with rash and strong hand, Though she resisted, I drew away the veil And gazed at the features of vanity.
She, shamefaced, went on; And after I had mused a time, I said of myself, "Fool!"

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