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!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS CREDO by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 6. YEUX GLAUQUES by EZRA POUND RAIN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: LANCELOT AND ELAINE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LAST INVOCATION by WALT WHITMAN |