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In The Stalls

My life is like a music-hall,

Where, in the impotence of rage,

Chained by enchantment to my stall,

I see myself upon the stage Dance to amuse a music-hall. 'Tis I that smoke this cigarette,

Lounge here, and laugh for vacancy,

And watch the dancers turn; and yet It is my very self I see Across the cloudy cigarette.

My very self that turns and trips,

Painted, pathetically gay,

An empty song upon the lips In make-believe of holiday:

I,

I, this thing that turns and trips!

The light flares in the music-hall,

The light, the sound, that weary us;

Hour follows hour,

I count them all,

Lagging, and loud, and riotous:

My life is like a music-hall.

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Arthur Symons

Arthur William Symons (28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945), was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.

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