Gilded mask and domino On this mid-Easter holiday Play at cards and domino. Parce, Domine, populo tuo. Far from the phonograph's scratchy go, Far from that wan, idyllic pair, I watch this rascal Pierrot Marking the cards for his game there. Clubs, diamonds, hearts, or spades? Love, the blasphemy forfend! He wins, but without those sleightful aids; The landlord—not too stout to bend— Recalls the masks to his dreamy inn And drives out into the mist below That the carnival is gleamy in That son-of-a-rascal Pierrot. Spare, O Lord, Thy last bohemian! |