The Fool
The Fool did on his motley
And sighed, as who should say:
“If all but me be sobbing,
Why then must I be gay?
And sighed, as who should say:
“If all but me be sobbing,
Why then must I be gay?
“If all the world be weeping,
And very life seem wrong,
Why is it mine to fashion
A whimsy and a song?
And very life seem wrong,
Why is it mine to fashion
A whimsy and a song?
“Pray, why must I be merry?”
—But came no answering word.
For that the world was weeping,
And none the Fool had heard.
—But came no answering word.
For that the world was weeping,
And none the Fool had heard.
April 19, 1912.