I AM a Player. On the stage? Not so; But on the life-stage where I come and go, Rehearse, play ill or well, then doff my mask To rest, and then resume my curious task Of being many, though I am but one. I wonder if, when all the parts are done, The lights go off, the house is emptied quite, And I must step into the outer night, The stars will calm me, and a cooling breath Comfort my body, . . . on the way to death? . . . Meanwhile, the prompter's bell! His task to each. May God himself approve my curtain speech! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON THE HOSTESS' DAUGHTER by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND PSALM 92 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE RETURN TO TOMHANICK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER HIS MOTHER'S FACE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |