Behind a Watteau picture; a fantasy in verse, in one act . ds . . and he bids no one. was a foolish thing to venture throughThat rusting gateway . . even for a lark. are two men, Madame, to guard you. Hark! Did I hear music . . like a lovers lute ? And are those torches, too? Fat ! For Gods sake, then, be mute! out tozvard the right as the thought it was the orange moonRising strangely by the , it comes toward us . . and beyond[9] BEHIND A WATTEAU PICTURE Another . . and another still . ,Four moons all round and r

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Behind a Watteau picture; a fantasy in verse, in one act . ds . . and he bids no one. was a foolish thing to venture throughThat rusting gateway . . even for a lark. are two men, Madame, to guard you. Hark! Did I hear music . . like a lovers lute ? And are those torches, too? Fat ! For Gods sake, then, be mute! out tozvard the right as the thought it was the orange moonRising strangely by the , it comes toward us . . and beyond[9] BEHIND A WATTEAU PICTURE Another . . and another still . ,Four moons all round and red,Lifting as if they climbed a little hill,And one bobs on ahead. Fat Pierrot. Too late, too late . . you cannot flee . ,Hide . . hide! . . , I cannot see . . Marquis. do not hide. Fat Pierrot. For her sake . . for the Ladys sake!Behind here, quick, crouch side by not at what you see . .You do not know what strangeness you may wake. Poet. The orange moons float by the silver pool . .[20]. Left to right: Edwin Strawbridge, Harold Meltzer, Margaret Fareleigh and Everett Glass of the Greenwich Village Theatre Company.

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