A quite convincing axiom Is, "Life is like a play"; For, turning back its pages some Few dog-eared years away, I find where I Committed my Love-tale -- with brackets where to sigh. I feel an idle interest To read again the page; I enter, as a lover dressed, At twenty years of age, And play the part With throbbing heart, And all an actor's glowing art. And she who plays my Lady-love Excels! -- Her loving glance Has power her audience to move -- I am her audience. -- Her acting tact, To tell the fact, "Brings down the house" in every act. And often we defy the curse Of storms and thunder-showers, To meet together and rehearse This little play of ours -- I think, when she "Makes love" to me, She kisses very naturally! . . . . . . Yes; it's convincing -- rather -- That "Life is like a play": I am playing "Heavy Father" In a "Screaming Farce" to-day, That so "brings down The house," I frown, And fain would "ring the curtain down." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL by PAUL VERLAINE A CHILD'S PRAYER [OR, HYMN] by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS ALEXANDER CRUMMELL - DEAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON BOARD THE '76; WRITTEN FOR BRYANT'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL UNTEACHABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |