Sleep! Yet thy days are mine; Love's seal is over thee: Far though my ways from thine, Dim though thy memory. Love stays a summer night, Till lights of morning come; Then takes her wingèd flight Back to her starry home. [_When the song is finished, the curtain falls upon Pierrot sleeping._] _EPILOGUE_ [_Spoken in the character of PIERROT_] _The sun is up, yet ere a body stirs, A word with you, sweet ladies and dear sirs,_ [_Although on no account let any say That PIERROT finished Mr. Dowson's play_]. _One night not long ago, at Baden Baden,-- The birthday of the Duke,--his pleasure garden Was lighted gayly with_ feu d'artifice, _With candles, rockets, and a center-piece Above the conversation house, on high, Outlined in living fire against the sky, A glittering_ Pierrot, _radiant, white, Whose heart beat fast, who danced with sheer delight, Whose eyes were blue, whose lips were rosy red, Whose_ pompons _too were fire, while on his head He wore a little cap, and I am told That rockets covered him with showers of gold. "Take our applause, you well deserve to win it," They cried: "Bravo! the_ Pierrot _of the minute!"_ _What with applause and gold, one must confess That Pierrot had "arrived," achieved success, When, as it happened, presently, alas! A terrible disaster came to pass. His nose grew dim, the people gave a shout, His red lips paled, both his blue eyes went out. There rose a sullen sound of discontent, The golden shower of rockets was all spent; He left off dancing with a sudden jerk, For he was nothing but a firework. The garden darkened and the people in it Cried, "He is dead,--the_ Pierrot _of the minute!"_ _With every artist it is even so; The artist, after all, is a_ Pierrot-- _A_ Pierrot _of the minute, naïf, clever, But Art is back of him, She lives for ever!_ _Then pardon my Moon Maid and me, because We craved the golden shower of your applause! Pray shrive us both for having tried to win it, And cry, "Bravo! The_ Pierrot _of the minute!"_ THE SUBJECTION OF KEZIA A PLAY BY MRS. HAVELOCK ELLIS Copyright, 1915, by Edith M. O. Ellis. As Author and Proprietor. All rights reserved. PERSONS IN THE PLAY. JOE PENGILLY. KEZIA [_Joe Pengilly's wife_]. MATTHEW TREVASKIS [_a friend of the Pengillys_]. THE SCENE _is laid in a Cornish village_. TIME: _The Present_. _The whole action of the play takes place between seven o'clock and nine o'clock on a Saturday evening._ Reprinted from "Love in Danger" by permission of and special arrangements with, Houghton, Mifflin Company. The professional and amateur stage rights on this play are strictly reserved by the author, to whose dramatic agent, Miss Galbraith Welch, 101 Park Avenue, New York, applications for permission to produce it should be made. THE SUBJECTION OF KEZIA