Evocation
O sweetest Euphrosyne
Fair as the dawning eastern gleam
Descending as vestal dew drops
To rouse to life the sleepy marigolds
For thee yearns my heart!
O beloved Muse
Of nature, the heavens and the waters
Just when the bud is blossomed
Fly my heart like pollen
In thy wind garment of sentiments;
O Ares, my vim and vigor,
Be thou my Instigator to conquer
The seven ancient worlds
And again recompose their wonders
With my aesthetic sword and aegis!
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