Fiddler's farewell

I heard the sound of a violin That seemed to bid me enter in: For a fiddle’s a key for many a lock, And will open a door though it’s built in rock.

Poor patch-work of the heart, This healing love with love; Binding the wound to wound, The smart to smart! Grafting the dream upon the other dream As a gardener grafts tree to t...

_I heard The poet pass with a sound Like the breaking of ground, Like a storm, like a violent bird; His head was a king’s, And I noted the gay common things Of his strange diade...

Lordly amid the rotting houses of the street, It lifts a marble scorn, while at its carven feet They crowd in ancient filth. It does not look at them, These crumbling beggars ca...

Fold now the song within the songster. Small sturdy one, Roistering down the centuries, Drunk with the fiddlers’ fingers, (Never a dearth of these, The living crowding where the...

... Then I rose up And swept the dust of planets from my eyes, And wandered shouting down that shouting hour, Pausing to pluck a mountain like a flower That grew against the skies.