The Green Dragon - Part 2

[Frodo Baggins]

Cromthal lifted his harp case into his lap.

"So, we have two flutes and my Aingeal. I have a flute myself, but tis in my room with the rest of my things. I can only play one at a time you see. Rirrym? Aingeal hasn't had a chance to sing in a while. Do you think your flute a worthy singing partner for her?" he said with a wink.

He removed the harp from its case and said,"If you allow me I shall warm up a bit first." He struck a few cords and began in a voice that was a bit higher than most men

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companios
Are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stern,
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep now with them.

Thus kindly I'll scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow
When friendships decay;
And from love's shinign circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flow'n
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

The notes of the harp then faded slowly away.

[ February 08, 2003: Message edited by: Frodo Baggins ]

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