I have delight in minstrelsy.

Yet ask me not the reason why

So long, the sweetness of their singing

While music to my soul is sent,

The lips of some with silentness;

Is shapen but for vanishing;

Beneath the rains fast-dropping sheen,

A thousand voices will not cheer,

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When one is mute that aye is dear! --

Years pass -- my life with them shall pass:

To question not the reason why

Ask not, ask not the reason why

Yet asks not why that deeper hue

And summer bird, shall louder sing

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Could rest on Natures pictured books;

Oh then may some, the dear and few,

I have delight in minstrelsy.

I have delight in minstrelsy.

Will charm not Joy to tarrying;

Could name the themes our bards have sung;

Doth all its tender leaves renew; --

Recall he九-九-藏-書r love, whose truth they knew;

When all forget to question why

And shine and shade are very brief,

I do not know the reason why

But, of those few -- Death may impress

I know that much whereof I sing,

I do not know! The turf is green

I have delight in minstrelsy.

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She had delight in minstrelsy!

And soon, the cricket in the grass

I have delight in minstrelsy.

Before them all, be sheathed in clay! --

The sweetest song that minstrels sing,

And heed no more a song of mine. --

While some may friendships faith resign,

My minstrel hope,read•9９ｃsw.cｏm would kindly raise:

And that the heart they brighten, may,

Hath been to me a rapture bringing!

I know that summers flower and leaf

Than she who owns a minstrels string.

And I, like-minded, am content,

For ever, since my childish tongue

A few there are, whose smile and praise

For ever, since my childish looks