At The Play.
The poet painted a woman's soul, Human, trusting and kind, And then he drew the soul of a man, Brutal and base and blind; And the woman loved in the old, old way, And the man in the way of men, And the poet christened their lives "A Play," And he sat down to watch it, and then ... A woman rose with a bitter laugh, And her eyes were as dry as stone As she bowed her head at the poet's stall And said in a strange, cold tone: "He paints the best who has dipped his brush In the heart's own blood, they say; You took my love and you took my life, But you gave the world--a play!"
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"The poet painted a woman's soul,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Charles Hamilton Musgrove delivers a powerful performance in "At The Play."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...