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LXXX. THE MINSTREL.
A minstrel sat under a jasamine bower,
With lords and with ladies around;
And he struck the wild strings of his zithern with power,
And exultingly sang to the sound.
With lords and with ladies around;
And he struck the wild strings of his zithern with power,
And exultingly sang to the sound.
His carol was echoed from tower and hill,
Ere it died on the waves of the river:
But down in the hearts of those listeners still
It will roll on for ever and ever.
Ere it died on the waves of the river:
But down in the hearts of those listeners still
It will roll on for ever and ever.
The zithern dropt down from his hands as he sang;
The light of his eyes became dim:
Nevermore from the rocks or the river-bank rang
The sound of that glorious hymn.
The light of his eyes became dim:
Nevermore from the rocks or the river-bank rang
The sound of that glorious hymn.
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