If there’s but
 

 
 a sadness in your soul,

It’s just a light,
 

 
 untroublesome cardboard load.

It’s now been made clear,
 

 
 that they’re completely right,

Those personages who grin,
 

 
 who so skeptically and darkly grin:

Espousals and feasts
 

 
 won’t straighten out the line —

Some thing has disappeared,
 

 
 and our sewing tears at the seams.