She listened at her window bar -
A sad and distant serenade
Came rising from her love's guitar.
The castle walls were dark as tar;
Around them clung the lurking shade -
She listened at her window bar
To strains that wafted from afar
And at her heart were gently laid:
Sweet music from her love's guitar -
Beneath the gaze of sun and star
The tower held that captive maid
Who listened at her window bar -
Below the moon's bright scimitar,
Alone she knelt and wept and prayed -
Sad music of her love's guitar -
And ever to his lady, far
Across the hills, her lover played;
She listened at her window bar
To the mourning of her love's guitar.
Adding your comment:
I'm afraid this particular poem hasn't done so well. . .so I'm glad to hear you like it! 
Elinor
