The Marionettes
Let the foul Scene proceed: There's laughter in the wings; 'Tis sawdust that they bleed, But a box Death brings. How rare a skill is theirs These extreme pangs to show, How real a frenzy wears Each feigner of woe! Gigantic dins uprise! Even the gods must feel A smarting of the eyes As these fumes upsweal. Strange, such a Piece is free, While we Spectators sit, Aghast at its agony, Yet absorbed in it! Dark is the outer air, Cold the night draughts blow Mutely we stare, and stare At the frenzied Show. Yet heaven hath its quiet shroud Of deep, immutable blue - We cry "An end!" We are bowed By the dread, "'Tis true!" While the Shape who hoofs applause Behind our deafened ear, Hoots - angel-wise - "the Cause!" And affright even fear.
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"Let the foul Scene proceed:..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter De La Mare delivers a powerful performance in "The Marionettes"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...