Return of the Muse
None can see the triumph in my eyes,
Or hear the fluttering wings within my breast
As Muse, in pity at my hapless sighs,
Returns to launch me once more on the crest
Of surging thoughts, to hopes I can aspire
To set them free and give them once more voice.
Now may She softly once again retire
Unnoticed, as upon the peak I poise.
Forgotten lie the shards of my despair,
The fickleness of benefactress Muse.
Who knows when next I'll rouse her from her lair?
Suffice it, when I call, she won't refuse.
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