Love Letters of a Violinist, and Other Poems

by Eric Mackay

And give me pardon, if no other boon.

Aye, give me pardon, and the sun and moon,

And all the stars that wander through the sky

Will be thy sponsors, and the gladden'd cry

Of one poor heart will thank thee for it soon.

VI.

And mine Amati—my belovèd one—

The tender sprite who soothes, as best he may,

My fever'd pulse, and makes a roundelay