Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ON SEEING THE WOODLAND PLAYERS, by J. N. GREELY



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ON SEEING THE WOODLAND PLAYERS, by                    
First Line: Musing I sit with half closed eyes. The play
Last Line: Of grief, and all in wondrous harmony.
Subject(s): Actors & Actresses; Yale University; Actresses


MUSING I sit with half closed eyes. The play
Is finished and the sound of clapping dies,
When, lo, before me sunny Arden lies,
Alluring bright, as on an olden day.
I hear her young voice, Rosalind the gay,
And I am young. I sigh for Jacques' sighs;
And now I laugh with Touchstone, and my eyes
Are wet, with mirth or grief I cannot say.

And while I muse the wind that moves the trees
Sings, sighs, and laughs in sympathy with me.
How like the Poet is this vagrant breeze
That moves the trees to music wonderfully --
And now they laugh, now drink unto the lees
Of grief, and all in wondrous harmony.





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