Thou art my lute, by thee I sing,--
My being is attuned to thee.
Thou settest all my words a-wing,
And meltest me to melody.
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thy hand has power to give The meed of love- the cup of woe. The uncomplicated rhythm, nonostentatious vocabulary, and easy, almost natural rhyming belie the deeper beauty of this poem. The words do not get in the way of a sentiment expressed with natural power, like love itself.
I love the poem and know that it's a love song, but I have one question. Is the lute being compared to his lover (metaphor) /serving as a substitution for his lover?
Yes, the lute is a metaphor for his lover, who creates a melody by which his life responds in its own song. Quite a romantic metaphor, actually.
Fantastic rhythm and flow... Wonderful, touching sentiment... How can you people rate this @ 5.5? Duhh!
A simple yet very profound love song. Thanks for sharing it here.