ON A PLAY TWICE SEEN

by: F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940)

      ERE in the figured dark I watch once more;
      There with the curtain rolls a year away,
      A year of years -- There was an idle day
      Of ours, when happy endings didn't bore
      Our unfermented souls, and rocks held ore:
      Your little face beside me, wide-eyed, gay,
      Smiled its own repertoire, while the poor play
      Reached me as a faint ripple reaches shore.
       
      Yawning and wondering an evening through
      I watch alone -- and chatterings of course
      Spoil the one scene which somehow did have charms;
      You wept a bit, and I grew sad for you
      Right there, where Mr. X defends divorce
      And What's-Her-Name falls fainting in his arms.

"On a Play Twice Seen" is reprinted from the Nassau Literary Magazine, June 1917.

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