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...A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SELF-DECEPTION by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD SHE WOULD NOT KNOW ME by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY THE STORM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A MARINER'S SONG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: SEE-SAW by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |