The minstrel's curse

By Mrs. Alex McVeigh Miller, Author of “The Bride of the Tomb,” etc.
IN FOUR PARTS.
“‘When nightly my wild harp I bring
To wake all its music for thee,
So sweet looks that face while I sing,
To reason no longer I’m free.
I forget thou art queen of the land—
’Tis thy beauty alone that I see:
And, trembling at touch of thy hand,
All else is forgotten by me!
“‘The spell is upon me in sleep,
In the region of dreams thou art mine!