I saw a singer singing to a crowd,-
Singing of laughing life,- and all the while
He sang in tones so shrilly loud,
Not one man had a smile.
I saw a fiddler from a broken plain
Playing his weeping fiddle,- sweet and clear.
He sang of Death and Cries and Pain,-
But no one shed a tear.
I saw a whistling soldier, still and wan,
Firing his rifle from a fearful place,-
But all the time a dying man
Looked long upon his face.
Sights
Leon Gellert
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Poem topics: death, life, pain, smile, soldier, time, fearful, sweet, long, place, clear, plain, face, tear, broken, crowd, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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