Fiddler's Farewell/Onlooker

by Leonora Speyer

Onlooker

I urged my will against my mind,
My mind shook like a rocking wall
But did not fall;
My will was like a wind-blown tree;
And neither knew the victory.

I hurled my mind against my will;
They did not break or bend or spill:
But in my heart the song grew still.