A Clown's Prelude.
Behold! I cover up this trail of tears A moment's weakness left upon my cheek, And hush my heart a little ere I speak Lest the false note ring true on other ears; The music rises and the empty cheers Proclaim the harlequin, and lo! I stand The painted fool again and kiss my hand With jocund air to Folly's worshippers. So day by day life's bitter bread is earned With lips that smile and frame the mirthless joke, And frailer grows the soul that once was strong,-- The joyless soul of one whose trade has turned Life's tragic mantle to a jester's cloak, Life's diapason to a jester's song.
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"Behold! I cover up this trail of tears..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Charles Hamilton Musgrove delivers a powerful performance in "A Clown's Prelude."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...