The Wandering Minstrel **, (a romantic companion ballad to Tom Rhymer) Options

[jerryk]

The Wandering Minstrel ** (a romantic companion ballad to Tom Rhymer)

I picked white heather roses
As I walked through the heath;
Then plucked sweet, purple violets
And wove all in a wreath.

I saw the lady of my dream
Walk slowly through the dew;
In envy, sunshine faded pale,
The sky changed pink from blue.

Oh, while she paused and sweetly smiled,
So gently then bowed down,
I placed upon her fairy head
My fragrant, flowery crown.

A grouse stirred from her nest of grass
With loud and drumming sound;
It woke me from my wishful dream—
Just flowers I have found.

[Thoth]

Ah,

Romantic interludes from you,
with something soft and sweet
will help our Rhymer not eschew
those blessings at his feet

for would he woo that Fairy maid
of beauty past our ken,
a floral woven blossom braid,
sweet verses from his pen

would all bode well to catch her heart
with songs of palest blue.
A minstrel who doth love impart
will find his Princess true.



heh heh