In The Rosy Light Of My Day'S Fair Morning, Ere Ever A Storm Cloud Darkened The West, Ere Even A Shadow Of Night Gave Warning When Life Seemed Only A Pleasure Quest, Why Then All Humour And Comedy Scorning - I Liked High Tragedy Best. I Liked The Challenge, The Fierce Fought Duel, With A Death Or A Parting In Every Act. I Liked The Villain To Be More Cruel Than The Basest Villain Could Be In Fact: For It Fed The Fires Of My Mind With The Fuel Of The Things That My Life Lacked. But As Time Passed On, And I Met Real Sorrow, And She Played At Night On The Stage -My Heart, I Found I Could Not Forget On The Morrow The Pain I Had Felt In Her Tragic Part. For Alas! No Longer I Needed To Borrow My Grief From The Actor'S Art. And As Life Grows Older, And Therefore Sadder (Though Sweeter Maybe With Its Autumn Haze), I Find More Pleasure In Watching The Gladder And Lighter Order Of Humorous Plays. Where The Mirth Is As Mad, Or Maybe Madder, Than The Mirth Of My Lost Days. I Like To Be Forced To Laugh And Be Merry, Though The Earth With Sorrow And Pain Is Rife: I Like For An Evening At Least To Bury All Thoughts Of Trouble, Or Pain, Or Strife. In Sooth, I Like To Be Moved To The Very Emotions I Miss In Life.