An Appeal To My Muse's Inspiration

I long for thy truant inspiration, O Muse! (I feel thine absence for too long.). Restore to me the gift of creation once more,—that I may sing a new, gay song. Reappear soon to my great elation, O Muse! For thou canst never do me wrong, or be the cause of my dislocation: upon thy return my distress won't prolong. On thine arrival, this crippling disrepair of my Parnassus shall give up its sway, and the end of my creative despair will arrive on this most auspicious day (like spring that welcomes existence everywhere), when this new sonnet comes to life this way.