Classic Poem

I HAVE waited, I have longed —
I have longed as none can know,
All my spring and summer time,
For this day to come and go;
And the foolish heart was mine,
Dreaming I would see them shine, —
Harlequin and Columbine

And Pierrot!

Now the laughing has gone by,
On the highway from the inn;
And the dust has settled down,
And the house is dead within.
And I stay — who never go —
Looking out upon the snow,
Columbine and Pierrot

And Harlequin!

All the rainbow things you see
Understream are not so fine;
And their voices weave and cling
Like my honeysuckle vine,
Lovely as a Violin! —
Mellow gold and silver-thin:
Pierrot and Harlequin

And Columbine!

Oh, the people that have seen,
They forget that it was so!
They, who never stay at home,
Say, " 'Tis nothing but a show."
— And I keep the passion in:
And I bide; and I spin.
Columbine ... Harlequin

... Pierrot!