Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE MINSTREL, by JOSEPH TATLOW

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THE MINSTREL, by            
First Line: A minstrel sang - his notes were glad
Last Line: "so, sing on, minstrel, whilst I dream!"
Subject(s): Birds; Minstrels; Singing & Singers

A MINSTREL sang -- his notes were glad,
Like laughter or the trill of birds;
They sooth'd me not, for I was sad --
They vexed me like discordant words.
O, minstrel, cease that jarring sound,
Which serves but to embitter pain;
Could some more fitting theme be found,
I'd gladly hear thee sing again!

He smote the strings, his voice uprose --
With gesture proud and kindling eye
He sang in martial strain of those
Who erst had dared to do or die;
Unmov'd, I still withheld my praise,
But said -- "O, minstrel, sweet and true,
I care not for these ancient lays,
Nay -- chafe not boy, but sing anew!"

He smiled, and then with gracious mien
Awoke once more his trembling lyre,
And sang of Love, that daintie queene,
Who fills the heart with sweet desire;
Said I -- "Now singest thou aright,
Full well I know the tender theme
That charms us with supreme delight;
So, sing on, minstrel, whilst I dream!"

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