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...TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOON AND VENUS by ABUL MUGHIRA DISAPPOINTED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS A NYMPH TO A YOUNG SHEPHERD, INSENSIBLE OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |