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Show AT THE PLAY. By lone Kent. Amid a multitude we sat alone, By friendly half-lights screened from wondering gaze; Hand clasped in hand wo watched the stage ablazo With rainbow fires saw Richard to his throne Stride through his kinsmen's blood, to lose at last Throne, life, and soul. What tragic forces swayed This world in counterfeit. Yet undismayed, Half in a dream wo saw the scenes shift past; And then the curtain fell upon the strife We turned and smiled into each other's eyes With unohecked love as under broader skies, When this strange pageantry which we call life Has flitted by, somowhore we two shall sit. Together, smiling at the close of it. Town Talk. |