A Street Fiddler [poem by Louis Esson]

[Editor: This poem by Louis Esson was published in Red Gums and Other Verses (1912).]

A Street Fiddler.

I play my fiddle. Men pass by
Or stare at me with glances cold.
I give them joy of earth and sky,
And they grow young, as I grow old.

Hope, idleness, and sunny skies,
These are the little tunes I play.
The fiddle sings: the fool grows wise,
The fiddle twangs: the dull are gay.



Source:
Louis Esson, Red Gums and Other Verses, Melbourne: Fraser & Jenkinson, 1912, page 45

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