Fiddler's Farewell/October Trees
October Trees
It seemed a cup that brimmed hot leaves,That held all fires, all fruits;I put the red tree to my lipsAnd drained it to the roots.***Beneath the smouldering trees I walk at night.I know they burn! although they give no light.***I plucked a flame from off a tree,Not thinking it would injure me;It scorched my hand, it caught my hair,It burned my heart to ashes there;I played with fire in the wood—No woman should, no woman should!***All day it rains—but on the hillThe dripping embers warm me still!***Hush—
Is this the burning bushThat Moses heard?And was the voice a bird?