Are shadows faint and rude
Of mimes who centuries ago
Joked, caramboled and wooed,
Of masques Venetian, Florentine,
Of moyen-age renown—
Of Harlequin and Columbine,
Of Pantaloon and Clown.
Not horseplay rough, the Saraband
They danced in vanished years,
But Love and Satire hand-in-hand,