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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


The Fiddler


The fiddler knows what’s brewing
To the lilt of his lyric wiles:
The fiddler knows what rueing
Will come of this night’s smiles!

He sees couples join them for dancing,
And afterwards joining for life,
He sees them pay high for their prancing
By a welter of wedded strife.

He twangs: ‘Music hails from the devil,
Though vaunted to come from heaven,
For it makes people do at a revel
What multiplies sins by seven.

‘There’s many a heart now mangled,
And waiting its time to go,
Whose tendrils were first entangled
By my sweet viol and bow!’



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. There Seemed a Strangeness
  2. Nobody Comes
  3. The Sleep-Worker
  4. Long Plighted
  5. After the Fair


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Marion Angus (Марион Ангус) The Fiddler ("A fine player was he")
  • Lola Ridge (Лола Ридж) The Fiddler ("Through the milky haze of the smoke")

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