I GO about dumfoundedly, and show a dullard's glance, But in my mind are spangles, and music and a dance, -- Tra-la, the hid romance! And I suspect, O brothers (and sisters, drab and prim), 'Tis quite the same with all of you, with every her and him That goes in masking trim. The whole world hides the truth; and, faith, it is a parlous shame To make a pale-faced misery of such a glorious game -- With all of us to blame. So let us be like mummers who grin and lift their lays And kick their heels at heaven a hundred happy ways, Sky-larking down the days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES MOUNTAIN FROLIC by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS THE GHOST by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LONG LIVE LIFE by JACQUES BARON ONCE WE PLAYED by MATHILDE BLIND A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 13 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT YEARNING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE INHERITANCE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE MIDNIGHT MASS; AN INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by ADA CAMBRIDGE |