by William Watson, Sir (1858 - 1935)
The lute player
Language: English
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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Confirmed with The Poems of William Watson, New York, MacMillan and Co., 1893, page 50.
Text Authorship:
- by William Watson, Sir (1858 - 1935), "The lute player", appears in Wordsworth's Grave and Other Poems, first published 1891 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Frances Allitsen (1848 - 1912), "The lute player", <<1895, published 1895 [ voice and piano ], London: Willcocks [sung text checked 1 time]
- by (Gerald) Graham Peel (1878 - 1937), "The lute player", published 1922 [ voice and piano ], J. B. Cramer & Co. [sung text not yet checked]
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