O Muse Divine, How Rare Thou Art

I. O Muse divine! how rare thou art; how sought after you'd always be: how I searched long with patient heart, O Muse divine,—how rare thou art! If you were like a golden cart that held precious metals for me, O Muse divine (how rare thou art): how sought after you'd always be! II. How sought after, O Muse divine, thou art for this: my lilting rhyme; how for you I yearn for and pine! How sought after, O Muse divine, like gold thou art which brightly shines; for you I'd Mount Olympus climb. How sought after, O Muse divine, thou art for this, my lilting rhyme!