Fiddler's Farewell/Duet

by Leonora Speyer

For works with similar titles, see Duet.

PART II

Duet

(I sing with myself)

Out of my sorrowI'll build a stair,And every to-morrowWill climb to me there—

With ashes of yesterdayIn its hair.

My fortune is madeOf a stab in the side,My debts are paidIn pennies of pride—

Little red coinsIn a heart I hide.

The stones that I eatAre ripe for my needs,My cup is completeWith the dregs of deeds—

Clear are the notesOf my broken reeds.

I carry my packOf aches and stings,Light with the lackOf all good things—

But not on my back,Because of my wings!