At dinner she is hostess, I am host. Went the feast ever cheerfuller? She keeps The topic over intellectual deeps In buoyancy afloat. They see no ghost. With sparkling surface-eyes we ply the ball: It is in truth a most contagious game; HIDING THE SKELETON shall be its name. Such play as this the devils might appall! But here's the greater wonder; in that we, Enamored of our acting and our wits, Admire each other like true hypocrites. Warm-lighted glances, Love's Ephemerae, Shoot gayly o'er the dishes and the wine. We waken envy of our happy lot. Fast, sweet, and golden, shows our marriage-knot. Dear guests, you now have seen Love's corpse-light shine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH WINTER SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY RIDDLE: A BLACKSMITH by MOTHER GOOSE FOREIGN CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WOOD MAGIC by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT |