Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON SEEING THE WOODLAND PLAYERS, by J. N. GREELY 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOVIE STAR IN THE PROJECTION ROOM by EVE MERRIAM DO YOU WANT TO BE EXCELLENT AN ACTRESS NO NOT THAT EITHER by ALICE NOTLEY HOMAGE TO SHARON STONE (1) by LYNN EMANUEL HOMAGE TO SHARON STONE (2) by LYNN EMANUEL POST-MODERNISM by JAMES GALVIN FILM AND FLESH by CLARENCE MAJOR MOVIE STAR PETER AT THE SUPPER FOR STREET PEOPLE by DAVID FERRY BALLADE OF DEAD ACTORS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY |
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