And with langours and laughs that unduly
Depress and surprise.
We are tender and warm in the twilight,
But the day finds us tuneless and old;
Till equally low light and high light
Have faded from field and from fold.
For the world hath in humbug abounded
Since the fiends bade the game to begin,
And the motto hath ever resounded,—
‘Let those laugh that win.’