I SAID: "My heart, now let us sing a song For a fair lady on her wedding-day; Some solemn hymn or pretty roundelay, That shall be with her as she goes along To meet her joy, and for her happy feet Shall make a pleasant music, low and sweet." Then said my heart: "It is right bold of thee To think that any song that we could sing Would for this lady be an offering Meet for such gladness as hers needs must be, What time she goes to don her bridal ring, And her own heart makes sweetest carolling." And so it is that with my lute unstrung, Lady, I come to greet thy wedding-day; But once, methinks, I heard a poet say, The sweetest songs remain for aye unsung. So mine, unsung, at thy dear feet I lay, And with a "Peace be with you!" go my way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL GRIEF by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE PAUPER'S DRIVE by THOMAS NOEL THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS AND HOW HE GAINED THEM by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE CHILD ALONE: 6. BLOCK CITY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |