WITH their backs to the sea two fiddlers stand Facing the concourse on the strand, And a third man who sings. The sports proceed; there are crab-catchings; The people laugh as levity spreads; Yet these three do not turn their heads To see whence the merriment springs. They cease their music, but even then They stand as before, do those three men Though pausing, nought to do: They never face to the seaward view To enjoy the contests, add their cheer, So wholly is their being here A business they pursue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUPPLIANTS: THE WORLD'S HARMONIOUS PLAN by AESCHYLUS THE PAVANE by DORIS ELLEN BIESTERFELD THE LIFE BEYOND by RUPERT BROOKE AIRS SUNG AT BROUGHAM CASTLE: THE KINGS GOOD NIGHT by THOMAS CAMPION SEVIRE DEO REGNARE EST by PATRICK CAREY DAVIDEIS, A SACRED POEM OF THE TROUBLES OF DAVID: BOOK 2 by ABRAHAM COWLEY |