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The Tears of Harlequin

To you he gave his laughter and his jest,
His words that of all words were merriest,
His glad, mad moments when the lights flared high
And his wild song outshrilled the plaudits' din.
For you that memory, but happier I --
I, who have known the tears of Harlequin.

Not mine those moments when the roses lay
Like red spilled wine on his triumphant way,
And shouts acclaimed him through the music's beat,
Above the voice of flute and violin.
But I have known his hour of sore defeat --
I -- I have known the tears of Harlequin.

Light kisses and light words, they were not mine --
Poor perquisites of many a Columbine
Bought with his laughter, flattered by his jest;
But when despair broke through the painted grin,
His tortured face has fallen on my breast --
I -- I have known the tears of Harlequin.

You weep for him, who look upon him dead,
That joy and jest and merriment are fled;
You weep for him, what time my eyes are dry,
Knowing what peace a weary soul may win
Stifled by too much masking -- even I --
I, who have known the tears of Harlequin. ~Theodosia Garrison 1874-1944

Resource: Brush by [link] which I don’t see in her gallery. Painting and texture are mine.

My work is copyrighted Sharon Legg Photography & Digital Arts.

My images belong only to me and are not for public use or stock photos. My images/photos are not to be reproduced, copied, downloaded, manipulated, edited, published, transmitted, drawn or used on any other site or web without my prior written permission. Use of ANY of my images/photos without my written permission will be considered theft and action will be taken. This also includes desktops and screen savers as well as taking my photographs or creations by copying and pasting.

Description
The Tears of Harlequin

To you he gave his laughter and his jest,
His words that of all words were merriest,
His glad, mad moments when the lights flared high
And his wild song outshrilled the plaudits' din.
For you that memory, but happier I --
I, who have known the tears of Harlequin.

Not mine those moments when the roses lay
Like red spilled wine on his triumphant way,
And shouts acclaimed him through the music's beat,
Above the voice of flute and violin.
But I have known his hour of sore defeat --
I -- I have known the tears of Harlequin.

Light kisses and light words, they were not mine --
Poor perquisites of many a Columbine
Bought with his laughter, flattered by his jest;
But when despair broke through the painted grin,
His tortured face has fallen on my breast --
I -- I have known the tears of Harlequin.

You weep for him, who look upon him dead,
That joy and jest and merriment are fled;
You weep for him, what time my eyes are dry,
Knowing what peace a weary soul may win
Stifled by too much masking -- even I --
I, who have known the tears of Harlequin. ~Theodosia Garrison 1874-1944

Resource: Brush by [link] which I don’t see in her gallery. Painting and texture are mine.

My work is copyrighted Sharon Legg Photography & Digital Arts.

My images belong only to me and are not for public use or stock photos. My images/photos are not to be reproduced, copied, downloaded, manipulated, edited, published, transmitted, drawn or used on any other site or web without my prior written permission. Use of ANY of my images/photos without my written permission will be considered theft and action will be taken. This also includes desktops and screen savers as well as taking my photographs or creations by copying and pasting.