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]1. 
A warrior like a prince attended
  [Stayed his steed by the castle walls]1.

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]3.
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.

1 in a 1909 version of poem, published in Selected Readings: Designed to Impart to the Student an Appreciation in Literature in Its Wider Sense, A. C. McClurg & Company: "hall"
2 "", "And stayed his steed at her castle wall"
3 "", "roam"

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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-21
Line count: 14
Word count: 98