Lord of laughter, give me grace —
Something's happened to my face,
Something's broken in my heart.
I can no longer play my part
Of silly jester; all the art
Of windy words, and pose, and start,
And grinning merriment's forgot;
Jig and revel move me not,
I can only sit and stare
Blankly at the people there.

They must have their jest, I know,
They will not content them so.

I must twist my mouth askew
Though my heart is twisted too.