Scaramouche waves a threatening hand
To Pulcinella, and they stand,
Two shadows, black against the moon.
The old doctor of Bologna pries
For simples with impassive eyes,
And mutters o’er a magic rune.
The while his daughter, scarce half-dressed,
Glides slyly ’neath the trees, in quest
Of her bold pirate lover’s sail;
Her pirate from the Spanish main,
Whose passion thrills her in the pain
Of the loud languorous nightingale.
I am busy working to bring Arthur Symons's "Fantoches" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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