The Play
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Act first, this Earth, a stage so gloom’d with woe
You all but sicken at the shifting scenes.
And yet be patient. Our Playwright may show
In some fifth Act what this wild Drama means.
[Found in one of the volumes passed down from Papaw Smith’s library in June 2013, from Tennyson’s Poetical Works.]
Man, those old guys could write.