MINSTRELSY.
One asked her once the resun why
She hadde delyte in minstrelsie,
She answerëd on this manère.
For ever, since my childish looks
Could rest on Nature's pictured books;
For ever, since my childish tongue
Could name the themes our bards have sung;
So long, the sweetness of their singing
Hath been to me a rapture bringing!—
Yet ask me not the reason why
I have delight in minstrelsy.
