Lord Rochester's Song

Read 'Lord Rochester's Song' by 'Victor Hugo' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

Lord Rochester's Song by Victor Hugo

 ("Un soldat au dur visage.") 
 
 {CROMWELL, ACT I.} 


 "Hold, little blue-eyed page!" 
 So cried the watchers surly, 
 Stern to his pretty rage 
 And golden hair so curly— 
 "Methinks your satin cloak 
 Masks something bulky under; 
 I take this as no joke— 
 Oh, thief with stolen plunder!" 
 
 "I am of high repute, 
 And famed among the truthful: 
 This silver-handled lute 
 Is meet for one still youthful 
 Who goes to keep a tryst 
 With her who is his dearest. 
 I charge you to desist; 
 My cause is of the clearest." 
 
 But guardsmen are so sharp, 
 Their eyes are as the lynx's: 
 "That's neither lute nor harp— 
 Your mark is not the minxes. 
 Your loving we dispute— 
 That string of steel so cruel 
 For music does not suit— 
 You go to fight a duel!" 


 

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