Minstrels


Minstrels, William Wordsworth

The minstrels played their Christmas tune
To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;
While, smitten by a lofty moon,
The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,
Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,
That overpowered their natural green.

Through hill and valley every breeze
Had sunk to rest with folded wings:
Keen was the air, but could not freeze,
Nor check, the music of the strings;
So stout and hardy were the band
That scraped the chords with strenuous hand.

And who but listened?–till was paid
Respect to every inmate’s claim,
The greeting given, the music played
In honour of each household name,
Duly pronounced with lusty call,
And “Merry Christmas” wished to all.

Merry Christmas if you’re celebrating that holiday — a peaceful day to all.  (By the way, the template turns back into itself around the beginning of the year, as do I.  For now, I’m floating along on a sea of gift wrap, and good will.  Love, Lily )

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12 thoughts on “Minstrels

  1. Merry Christmas to you too BlogLily! I hope it was dreamy!
    All your bookstacks have really made me wish you were in my family… but, my real family gave me some wicked books too, so all is well.
    Happy New Year too.

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