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t through the casement falls On cupids painted on the walls At play with doves. Precisely set Awaits the slender legged spinet Expectant of its happy lot, The while the player stays to twist The cobweb ruffle from his wrist. A pause, and then--(Ah, whisper not) Monseigneur plays his new gavotte. Monseigneur plays his new gavotte-- Hark, 'tis the faintest dawn of Spring, So still the dew drops whispering Is loud upon the violets; Here in this garden of Pierrettes' Where Pierrot waits, ah, hasten Sweet, And hear; on dainty, tripping feet She comes--the little, glad coquette. "Ah thou, Pierrot?" "Ah thou, Pierrette?" A kiss, nay, hear--a bird wakes, then A silence--and they kiss again, "Ah, Mesdames, have you quite forgot--" (So laughs his music.) "Love's first kiss? Let this note lead you then, and this Back to that fragrant garden-spot." Monseigneur plays his new gavotte. Monseigneur plays his new gavotte-- Ah, hear--in that last note they go The little lovers laughing so; Kissing their finger-tips, they dance From out this gilded room of France. Adieu! Monseigneur rises now Ready for compliment and bow, Playing about his mouth the while Its cynical, accustomed smile, Protests and, hand on heart, avers The patience of his listeners. "A masterpiece? Ah, surely not." A grey-eyed maid of honour slips A long stemmed rose across her lips And drops it; does he guess her thought? Monseigneur plays his new gavotte. UNBELIEF Your chosen grasp the torch of faith--the key Of very certainty is theirs to hold. They read Your word in messages of gold. Lord, what of us who have no light to see And in the darkness doubt, whose hands may be Broken upon the door, who find but cold Ashes of words where others see enscrolled, The glorious promise of Life's victory. Oh, well for those to whom You gave the light (The light we may not see by) whose award Is that sure key--that message luminous, Yet we, your people stumbling in the night, Doubting and dumb and disbelieving--Lord, Is there no word for us--no word for us? THE SILENT ONE The moon to-night is like the sun
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