Fragment (“Folly Hath Now…”)

Folly hath now turned out of door
Mankind and Fate, who were before
   Jove’s Harlequin and Clown;
The World’s no stage, no tavern more—
   Its sign the Fool’s ta’en down.
      With poppy rain and cypress dew
      Weep all, for all who laughed at you,
      For goose grass is no medicine more,
      But the owl’s brown eye’s the sky’s new blue.
                     Heigho! Foolscap!

[Gosse, 1890]