TO the minstrel said the king, 'Sing you mournful songs or glad?' 'Nay, sire, 'tis of life I sing; Gay to-day, to-morrow sad.' 'Minstrel, tell us not of tears; Dulcet notes to joy belong.' 'Nay, sire, he who sorrow fears Will not hear the sweetest song.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: 118. ON GUT by BEN JONSON MAN, THE MAN-HUNTER by CARL SANDBURG THE FOUNDERS OF OHIO by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 15. TO THE EVENING STAR by MARK AKENSIDE WHITE HEAD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE WASHER WOMAN'S SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE |