ONE flame-winged brought a white-winged harp-player Even where my lady and I lay all alone; Saying: "Behold, this minstrel is unknown; Bid him depart, for I am minstrel here: Only my strains are to Love's dear ones dear." Then said I: "Through thine hautboy's rapturous tone Unto my lady still this harp makes moan, And still she deems the cadence deep and clear." Then said my lady: "Thou art Passion of Love, And this Love's Worship: both he plights to me. Thy mastering music walks the sunlit sea: But where wan water trembles in the grove And the wan moon is all the light thereof, This harp still makes my name its voluntary." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY ANTENOR, MARCH 16, 1661/2 by KATHERINE PHILIPS WOULD I KNEW! by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WITH MY CIGAR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY IN A LETTER TO A.R.C. ON HER WISHING TO BE CALLED ANNA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS L'OISEAU BLEU (AFTER CHARLES CONDER) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THORALF AND SYNNOV by HJALMAR HJORTH BOYESEN |