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Dayspring - Lookin' Back [Herald] 1973 Xian Folk 45
Aug 14, 2017 00:40
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August 16 2017, 00:38:13 UTC
Madison Cawein, 'The Troubadour'
The Troubadour
Night, they say, is no man’s friend:
And at night he met his end
In the woods of Trebizend.
Hate crouched near him as he strode
Down the darkness of the road,
Where my lord seemed some huge toad.
Eyes of murder glared and burned
At each bend of road he turned,
Or where wild the torrent churned.
And with Death we stood and stared
From the bush as by he fared;
But he never looked or cared.
He went singing; and a rose
Lay upon his heart’s repose
With what thoughts of her-who knows?
He had done no other wrong
But to sing a simple song-
“I have loved you, loved you long.”
And my lady smiled and sighed;
Gave a rose and looked moist-eyed,
And forgot she was a bride.
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The Troubadour
Night, they say, is no man’s friend:
And at night he met his end
In the woods of Trebizend.
Hate crouched near him as he strode
Down the darkness of the road,
Where my lord seemed some huge toad.
Eyes of murder glared and burned
At each bend of road he turned,
Or where wild the torrent churned.
And with Death we stood and stared
From the bush as by he fared;
But he never looked or cared.
He went singing; and a rose
Lay upon his heart’s repose
With what thoughts of her-who knows?
He had done no other wrong
But to sing a simple song-
“I have loved you, loved you long.”
And my lady smiled and sighed;
Gave a rose and looked moist-eyed,
And forgot she was a bride.
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