COLUMBINE REFLECTS
They have moulded my face with a tear and a sneer.They have sandalled me with caprice,And the heart they have given meIs a bag of red tissue-paper.Their loves are ragged and fatAnd seek the consolationOf a tinkling effigy!But even an effigy may winkAn eye at its slinking masters!I can laugh at their frantic, tattered armsSpinning me into impish posturings,And jeer at the faces behind me!After my play I go to sleep,But they must sit, heavily looking at each other.
They have moulded my face with a tear and a sneer.They have sandalled me with caprice,And the heart they have given meIs a bag of red tissue-paper.Their loves are ragged and fatAnd seek the consolationOf a tinkling effigy!But even an effigy may winkAn eye at its slinking masters!I can laugh at their frantic, tattered armsSpinning me into impish posturings,And jeer at the faces behind me!After my play I go to sleep,But they must sit, heavily looking at each other.
They have moulded my face with a tear and a sneer.
They have sandalled me with caprice,
And the heart they have given me
Is a bag of red tissue-paper.
Their loves are ragged and fat
And seek the consolation
Of a tinkling effigy!
But even an effigy may wink
An eye at its slinking masters!
I can laugh at their frantic, tattered arms
Spinning me into impish posturings,
And jeer at the faces behind me!
After my play I go to sleep,
But they must sit, heavily looking at each other.