THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW The Drama of the Doctor's Window IN THREE ACTS, WITH A PROLOGUE. "A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth." Midsummer-Night's Dream. PROLOGUE ELL, I must wait!" The Doctor's room, W Wore the severe official gloom Attached to that profession; Rendered severer by a bald And skinless Gladiator, Whose raw robustness first appalled The entering spectator. No one would call "The Lancet” gay,— That Jones "On Muscular Decay" Is, as a rule, depressing: So, leaving both, to change the scene, I turned toward the shutter, And peered out vacantly between A water-butt and gutter. Below, the Doctor's garden lay, If thus imagination May dignify a square of clay Unused to vegetation, Filled with a dismal-looking swing That brought to mind a gallows- No sparrow chirped, no daisy sprung, A dreary spot! And yet, I own, For Jones and for "The Lancet," Ah, World of ours, are you so gray And weary, World, of spinning, That you repeat the tales today You told at the beginning? For lo! the same old myths that made The early stage successes," Still hold the boards," and still are played "With new effects and dresses." Small, lonely, "three-pair-backs" behold, Today, Alcestis dying; Today, in farthest Polar cold, Ulysses' bones are lying; |