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.
Wishing you all a joyous holiday season! Be sure to visit Irene at Live Your Poem for the Poetry Friday Roundup.
2 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: “Minstrels””
Oh, the minstrels… what would Christmas be without music?! Thank you for sharing this poem. Nothing moves me so much as Christmas music… I am a new cello player and last night I played for my family 5 songs! So lovely, even though my playing was far from perfect… something magical about music and Christmas lights. Thank you for sharing! Merry Christmas!
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Merry Christmas, Catherine. I hope you are finding some peace this season. Amy Grant is a favorite of ours. I sang “Breath of Heaven” in church last Sunday. Not quite like Amy, but the song touches me deeply.