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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
 
IX. The Sadness of It
On Molière
By Andrew Lang (1844–1912)
 
Translated after J. Truffier

DEAD—he is dead! The rouge has left a trace
  On that thin cheek where shone, perchance, a tear,
Even while the people laughed that held him dear
But yesterday. He died—and not in grace,
And many a black-robed caitiff starts apace        5
  To slander him whose Tartuffe made them fear,
  And gold must win a passage for his bier,
And bribe the crowd that guards his resting-place.
 
Ah, Molière, for that last time of all,
  Man’s hatred broke upon thee, and went by,        10
And did but make more fair thy funeral.
  Though in the dark they hid thee stealthily,
Thy coffin had the cope of night for pall,
  For torch, the stars along the windy sky!
 
 
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