Fiddler's Farewell/I Heard . . .
PART III
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 diadem;
I was blinded by them.
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 diadem;
I was blinded by them.
Crown of weeds!
For his brow debonair,
For his vagabond needs,
Crown of weeds,
Bud, berry, thistle and tare:
Yes! but who flung the far seeds?
For his brow debonair,
For his vagabond needs,
Crown of weeds,
Bud, berry, thistle and tare:
Yes! but who flung the far seeds?