精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
Plays Alas, how soon the hours are over, Counted us out to play the lover, And how much narrower is the stage, Allotted us to play the stage! But when we play the fool, how wide The theatre expands! beside, How long the audience sits before us! How many prompters! what a chorus! Walter Savage Landor