A MASQUE

Posted by Admin on 23 February 2008, 12:00 am

From lucubration’s futile toil,
o’er countless quires of foolscap ruled,
no prestige came that I might coil
green laurels where an ice-pack cooled
a brow well-moulded for display
amid those celebrated men,
around whose work the limelight’s ray
would dry an adverse critic’s pen.
But, now, as Shaw so wisely penned,
a Man of Destiny would gain
the fame aggression’s triumphs lend,
I, too, publicity may claim;
in daily interest I bask;
a citizen complete with mask.

T. C. Hudson
6th February 1940