William Watson (1858 - 1935)

She was a lady great and splendid,
I was a minstrel in her [halls]
A warrior like a prince attended
[Stayed his steed by the castle walls]

Far had he...Read more

William Watson (1858 - 1935)

She was a lady great and splendid,
I was a minstrel in her [halls]
A warrior like a prince attended
[Stayed his steed by the castle walls]

Far had he fared to gaze upon her;
`Oh, rest thee now, Sir Knight!` she said.
The warrior wooed, the warrior won her,
In time of snowdrops they were wed.
I made sweet music in his honour --
And longed to strike him dead.

I passed at midnight from her portal,
Throughout the world till death I [rove]
Ah, let me make this Lute immortal
With rapture of my hate and love!

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