She was only a woman, famish'd for loving, Mad with devotion, and such slight things; And he was a very great musician, And used to finger his fiddle-strings. Her heart's sweet gamut is cracking and breaking For a look, for a touch, -- for such slight things; But he's such a very great musician, Grimacing and fing'ring his fiddle-strings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 26 by JAMES JOYCE THE JAIN BIRD HOSPITAL IN DELHI by WILLIAM MEREDITH CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1956, A FAIRY TALE by JAMES GALVIN |