The Broadway Anthology by Murdock Pemberton Walter J. Kingsley Samuel Hoffenstein Edward L. Bernays
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THE THEATRE SCRUBWOMAN DREAMS A DREAM When morning mingles with the gloom On empty stage and twilit aisle, She comes with rag and pan and broom To work--and dream awhile. Illusion's laughter, fancy's tears, The mimic loves of yesternight, On empty stages of the years Awake in the dim light. She cannot sweep the phantoms out-- How sweet the sobbing violin!-- She cannot put the ghosts to rout-- How pale the heroine! Oh! valiant hero, sorely tried!-- 'Tis only dust that fills her eyes-- But he shall have his lovely bride And she her paradise! And she--the broom falls from her hands, And is it dust that fills her eyes?-- Shall go with him to golden lands |
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