A CERTAIN ELEGANCE PERVADES

 

 

 

A CERTAIN ELEGANCE PERVADES

A certain elegance pervades

Old theatres of the American stage

Who knows what eloquence thundered there

Mystique and fancy blended there

The ghost of Ichabod Crane

A Maytime sweet declaiming

Of what was then so currently reigning

Why do my thoughts though

Scattered though they be

Only return to the one

Beyond all the once upon

Where Lincoln was shattered. ambushed

Heedless of the dire warning in his dream.

I cannot for the life of him flgure

How plays went on there to this day

In that theatre where he was slayed.

How no one thinks this strange.

mary angela douglas 24 march 2024