To the Muses

…from the quills of the dead white poets

William Blake (1757 – 1827)

 Whether on Ida’s shady brow,

Or in the chambers of the East,

The chambers of the sun, that now

From ancient melody have ceas’d;

 Whether in Heaven ye wander fair,

Or the green corners of the earth,

Or the blue regions of the air

Where the melodious winds have birth;

 Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,

Beneath the bosom of the sea

Wand’ring in many a coral grove,

Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!

 How have you left the ancient love

That bards of old enjoy’d in you!

The languid strings do scarcely move!

The sound is forced, the notes are few!

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One Response to To the Muses

  1. Olaf Cyprian says:

    Let’s drink to them! To the muses!

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