The play seems out for an almost infinite run. The play seems out for an almost infinite run. Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting. Don't mind a little thing like the actors fighting. The only I worry about is the sun. The only I worry about is the sun. We'll be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting. We'll be all right if nothing goes wrong with the lighting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN OF TROY by SARA TEASDALE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 13 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPIGRAM: PERJURY by ROBERT NUGENT THE FIRST FIRE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO --, WITH ARTHUR AND ALBINA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |