III. SOUVENIR

Harlequin, seeing me gay

You loved me,

For fools need mirth,

O solemn Harlequin!

Tall tragedians make me laugh

Joyously, riotously,

Tall, dark villains, and heroes with blonde hair

Make me laugh uproariously...

( I could elope with a tragedian! )

But you with your clowning, Harlequin,

Brought bony truth too near —

Harlequin, I might have loved you

But I could not make you gay!