All week I’ve worn this wig and dress
And watched the camp convoy of scandal pass
And asked “For such fey art could I care less
Strutting on heels, so far from my dear lass?”
There’s just one curtain-up I want to see –
Two lids rising above two marvellous eyes
The world’s no stage but just a set for me,
A background for the two blue stars I prize.
I’d take the littlest part, however mean,
So long as you are with me in the scene.