Classic Poem

Oft to the startled echoes
The beardless minstrel sings;
The fay with listening rapture
Floats near the trembling strings.
His songs his brows encircle
As though a wreath he wove;
They go with him like brothers
Along the leafy grove.

Then comes he to the banquet,
He sings in kingly hall;
The guests are mute with wonder,
His songs their hearts enthral.
The loveliest ladies crown him
With flow'rs that brightly blow;
Then droop his tear-gemmed eyelids,
His cheeks with blushes glow