Sallie Bridges - The King and the Bard lyrics

"Come, sing us a lay!" quoth Arthur, "My Bard of the Table Round! Some ballad of lofty courage, That shall make our heart's-blood bound!" And the monarch drain'd his goblet, While the minstrel tuned his lyre, And fill'd it again, that the singer Might win from wine new fire. "Now drink," said the generous sovereign, "That, when thy song shall be o'er, We may fill with bright gold pieces And hand thee the cup once more." But the minstrel's voice was silent, And the ruby wine undrain'd, While Arthur, impatient, wondered Why the guerdon was not gain'd. The bard from his seat rose slowly, And spoke to the waiting king: "Sire, to-day my soul is tuneless, And no worthy lay can sing. Not e'en or your tempting liquor, Not e'en for your promised gold, Will my inner voice yield music; For true song cannot be sold! "But when fitting words can utter Dreams that stir my own deep heart, In thine shall the chords re-echo, Till it feels of mine a part. Not till inspiration smiteth On the rock of silent Thought, Can be welcome living waters To the king or people brought!" "Thou art right!" the sovereign answer'd; "'Tis a lesson nobly told: Monarchs cannot rule men's spirits By the might of law or gold! Thou art first of all my minstrels, Thou art best of Britain's boast; But take now my brimming goblet, And quaff it to Arthur's toast. "Drink, gallant knights, to the minstrel Who dreads neither prince nor peer, -- Who can speak the truth to power, Nor flatters for price or fear, -- To the bard who freely renders The gift he has been given, And sings but when his strain exalts His hearers nigher heaven!"