POETRY.
A BALLADE OF THE LAST NIGHT.
TY 0 be recited as an epilogue at th e,ktst performance of Lord Dunsany's play " If;" 'Saturday, October 29th.]
:Few: where the turquoise rivers stray The caravans no longer go With camels by the mountain way : The track is all untrodden snow, Where dawns unseen of travellers glow Above the _precipices sheer.
Harwood has purchased Debureau : The Pass is closed on Shaldomir.
Miss Gladys Cooper long ago Left for her Playhouse. Welladay Business, or Fate, would have it so.
Miss Titheradge is gone this day.
Like poet's: dreams they drift away. Ainley in Kent will disappear And lightly with a niblick play. The Pass is closed on Shaldomir.
The sombre Ali turneth gay, And Winston leaner seems to grow; Binyon will sing some other lay ; And Caine has left, and Banks also.
Sherbrook, no more Miralda's See, Goes hence, and we have only here
-The empty trappings of a show. The Pass is closed on Shaldomir.
L'Envoi.
Trotsky ! Or whosoe'er to-day Usurps the place of princes, hear ! For good and all no man shall say— The Pass is closed on Shaldomir.
DUNSAITY.
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