O Sacred Muse, How You Inspire Me So
O sacred Muse, how you inspire me so
to write lines of a greater madness,
to sing of ethereal heights they never know!
From deep inside my soul, where ravings grow,
you transport me to pinnacles of gladness,
O sacred Muse (and then inspire me so!).
And so I go, from that which I best know
to wilder things like ecstatic happiness,
to sing of ethereal heights they never know.
Then write I songs of a more manic glow,
and forswear ditties of forlorn sadness,
O sacred Muse (when you inspire me so!).
For all know that gay lines do better flow,
and make a more pleasing sound of sweetness
to enhance ethereal heights they never know.
So, now, for this mad swan do God's breath blow
stronger with thy gifts, thou fairest goddess,
O sacred Muse:—for you inspire me so,
and sing of ethereal heights I well know!
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2020
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