THE DRAMA OF THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW. IN THREE ACTS, WITH A PROLOGUE. "A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, "WELL, PROLOGUE. I must wait!" The Doctor's room, Wore the severe official gloom And skinless Gladiator, Whose raw robustness first appalled Few could avoid confessing So, leaving both, to change the scene, Below, the Doctor's garden lay, If thus imagination Filled with a dismal-looking swing- No sparrow chirped, no daisy sprung, A dreary spot! And yet, I own, Half hoping that, perchance, it Might, in some unknown way, atone For Jones and for "The Lancet," I watched; and by especial grace, Ah, World of ours, are you so gray For lo! the same old myths that made The early 66 Still hold the boards," and still are played, "With new effects and dresses." Small, lonely" three-pair-backs" behold, To-day, Alcestis dying; To-day, in farthest Polar cold, Ulysses' bones are lying; Still in one's morning "Times" one reads How fell an Indian Hector; Still clubs discuss Achilles' steeds, Briseis' next protector; Still Menelaus brings, we see, And here, the Doctor's sill beside, A Thisbe, whom the walls divide ACT THE FIRST. Act I. began. Some noise had scared Passed wearily towards the swing, A child of five, with eyes At least a decade older, that were A mournful mouth, and tangled hair What was it? Something in the dress That told the girl unmothered; |