She was a lady great and splendid, <br />I was a minstrel in her halls. <br />A warrior like a prince attended <br />Stayed his steed by the castle walls. <br /> <br />Far had he fared to gaze upon her. <br />'O rest thee now, Sir Knight,' she said. <br />The warrior wooed, the warrior won her, <br />In time of snowdrops they were wed. <br />I made sweet music in his honour, <br />And longed to strike him dead. <br /> <br />I passed at midnight from her portal, <br />Throughout the world till death I rove: <br />Ah, let me make this lute immortal <br />With rapture of my hate and love!<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lute-player/
