Folly hath now turned out of door Mankind and Fate, who were before Jove's Harlequin and Clown; The World's no stage, no tavern more— Its sign the Fool's ta'en down. With poppy rain and cypress dew Weep all, for all who laughed at you, For goose grass is no medicine more, But the owl's brown eye's the sky's new blue. Heigho! Foolscap! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE DAY AND THE WORK by EDWIN MARKHAM MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |