Even as to a music, stately and sad, The young girls' feet begin to move in a dance, And curiously for joy shift and advance; So to a mournful waltz, sombre and sweet; All laughing things move with delighted feet, So all things that draw light and laughing breath Move to the mournful waltz of life and death. Comedy is a girl dancing in time To the tragic pipes, sorrowful and sublime; And ever she laughs back, and as she skips Mimics the mournful music with her lips; Then for sheer anger at her own pretense Sobs violently at her own vehemence, And mocks her tears. But when the pipings sleep She needs must cover up her face and weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A LOVE IDYLL by ANNA CORNELIA BOWEN STANZAS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD BRAW LADS O' GALLA WATER by ROBERT BURNS HIS SONG FOR HER WAKING by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE FUTURE by GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON MOLE-BLIND by MARTHANN CANFIELD TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE DEAD COMRADE by EDWARD CARPENTER |