Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TROUBADOUR, by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: It was the christmas of the year Last Line: At christmas in the baron's hall Alternate Author Name(s): Sigerson, Dora; Shorter, Mrs. Clement Subject(s): Christmas; Grief; Nativity, The; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
IT was the Christmas of the year; The wind blew chill, the night was drear; And round the strong walls of the keep The silent snow fell white and deep. But well the Baron's board was spread, Of winter ways he had no dread. Good meat, good wine, good company What more could heart desire? Yet he Sat frowning by the yule-log's flame, That lit the cheek of squire and dame. And too, his lady, pouting, pressed Against the window, facing west, As though in vain she sought to see Some guest belated on the lee. 'And have we never tale nor song To break the hours lest they prove long?' The Baron cried. 'Come, Harper, rise, Lest heavy grow these ladies' eyes, And if they close, 'twere night indeed Bereft of stars. Throw thou with speed From thy sweet harp its magic noose To thrall them with. Some song they choose.' Then did each lady bid him sing Of nought save love's sweet happening. But loud each knight did smiling chide, 'Let him but tell of war,' they cried. The Baron laughed. 'Lest this dispute Should keep the precious music mute, Come sing the passion of the soul, And thus content each rantipole. For here is love and war, I wot, Good Harper, take thou for thy plot A jealous heart. And one that fain Would ease its most impious pain.' He looked to where his lady sighed Against the western window wide. 'Tell thou some tale so full of fear The foolish heart shall quake to hear, Shall stay on its uncertain path Before thy song of tears and wrath, And turn before it be too late, To its aggrieved and jealous mate.' Thus did the Baron say and pause Before the murmur of applause. The minstrel to his knee did take His harp in hand, some tune to wake, And held it to his bosom pressed, As though a gentle head did rest Beside his heart. Into whose ear He sung this song of wrath and fear, Till each sweet chord responsive spoke The love and passion he awoke. And silence held them one and all At Christmas in the Baron's hall | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER |
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