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AT THE PLAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN

First Line: AS IN A THEATRE THE AMUSED SENSE
Last Line: DEATH TAKES THE LIGHTS, AND WE GO HOME TO SLEEP.
Subject(s): DEATH; HEAVEN; LIFE; DEAD, THE; PARADISE;
AS in a theatre the amused sense
Beholds the strange vicissitudes of things,
Young Damon's loves, the fates of clowns and kings,
And all the motley of the gay pretence --
Beholds, and on an acme of suspense
Stands vibrant till the curtain falls, door swings,
Lights gutter, and the weary murmurings
Of o'er-watched varlets intimate us thence:
Even so we gaze not on the things that are,
Nor aught behold but what is adumbrate.
The show is specious, and we laugh and weep
At what is only meant spectacular;
And when the curtain falls, we may not wait:
Death takes the lights, and we go home to sleep.


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