At the Comedy
LAST night, in snowy gown and glove,
I saw you watch the play
Where each mock hero won his love
The old unlifelike way.
(And O were life their little scene
Where love so smoothly ran,
How different, Dear, this world had been
Since this old world began!)
For you, who saw them gaily win
Both hand and heart away,
Knew well where dwelt the mockery in
That foolish little play.
('If love were all–if love were all,’
The viols sobbed and cried,
‘Then love were best whate’er befall!’
Low, low the flutes replied.)
And you, last night, did you forget,
So far from me, so near?–
For watching there your eyes were wet
With just an idle tear!
(And down the great dark curtain fell
Upon their foolish play,
But you and I knew–oh, too well!–
Life went another way!)
