Gilded mask and domino On this mid-Easter holiday Play at cards and domino. Parce, Domine, populo tuo. Far from the phonograph's scratchy go, Far from that wan, idyllic pair, I watch this rascal Pierrot Marking the cards for his game there. Clubs, diamonds, hearts, or spades? Love, the blasphemy forfend! He wins, but without those sleightful aids; The landlord—not too stout to bend— Recalls the masks to his dreamy inn And drives out into the mist below That the carnival is gleamy in That son-of-a-rascal Pierrot. Spare, O Lord, Thy last bohemian! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS CIRCUMSTANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET ON LIFE by BROOKE BOOTHBY IT CANNOT BE WISDOM by TANIA BROOK SPECULA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TO MR. SYME WITH A DOZEN OF PORTER by ROBERT BURNS LINES SUGGESTED BY THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY (2) by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |