She had delight in minstrelsy!

The greenest bay that earth can grow,

I have delight in minstrelsy.

I know that much whereof I sing,

My minstrel hope, would kindly raise:

Years pass -- my life with them shall pass:

And that the heart they brighten, may,

A thousand voices will not cheer,

Doth ｈｔtp://ｗww.9９liｂ•nｅｔall its tender leaves renew; --

Is there, alas! no reason why

Hath been to me a rapture bringing!

Than she who owns a minstrels string.

I have delight in minstrelsy.

The lips of some with silentness;

Before them all, be sheathed in clay! --

To question not the reason why九九藏书

And summer bird, shall louder sing

I have delight in minstrelsy.

And I, like-minded, am content,

And shine and shade are very brief,

I have delight in minstrelsy.

The sweetest song that minstrels sing,

When all forget to question why

I have delight in minstrelsy.

Beneath the rains fast-d9９lｉb•neｔropping sheen,

Yet asks not why that deeper hue

Yet ask me not the reason why

I know that summers flower and leaf

Oh then may some, the dear and few,

I do not know the reason why

I do not know! The turf is green

Is shapen but for vanishing;

Ask not, ask not the reason why

Will shelter not in九九藏书 burning woe;

For ever, since my childish tongue

So long, the sweetness of their singing

Will charm not Joy to tarrying;

While some may friendships faith resign,

While music to my soul is sent,

When one is mute that aye is dear! --

A few there are, whose smile and praise

But, of those few -- Death ma九*九*藏*书*网y impress

For ever, since my childish looks

And soon, the cricket in the grass

Recall her love, whose truth they knew;

Could name the themes our bards have sung;

And heed no more a song of mine. --

Could rest on Natures pictured books;