Love Letters of a Violinist, and Other Poems

by Eric Mackay

Behold! to-day, I sound a sterner note

To move the minds of foemen when they fight.

II.

Have I not said: There is no sweeter thing,

And none diviner than the wedding-ring?

And, all intent to make my meaning plain,

Have I not kiss'd the lips of Love, the King?

III.

Yea, this is so. But lo! to-day there comes

The far-off sound of trumpets and of drums;