Here you will find the Poem Sights of poet Leon Gellert
I saw a singer singing to a crowd,- Singing of laughing life,- and all the while He sang in tones so shrilly loud, Not one man had a smile. I saw a fiddler from a broken plain Playing his weeping fiddle,- sweet and clear. He sang of Death and Cries and Pain,- But no one shed a tear. I saw a whistling soldier, still and wan, Firing his rifle from a fearful place,- But all the time a dying man Looked long upon his face.
