THE Muses call! Now, Shell, inspire If aught, to last this year and more, Lightly, we two have wrought before; -- Come now, a song like his whose fire First touched thee, from th' Aonian choir Catching, thro' camp and tempest's roar, The Muses' call, -- Singing the Queen of all desire, Bacchus, and Cupid flutt'ring o'er, And Lycus: thou, that Phoebus bore, Dear to Jove's feast -- O aid me, Lyre! The Muses call! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT 113 by HILDA DOOLITTLE GEORGE MOSES HORTON, MYSELF by GEORGE MOSES HORTON THE WHITE WATCH (OPUS 27: NO. 2) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY WHERE KITCHENER SLEEPS by WILLIAM WILFRED CAMPBELL EARTH TO SPRING by R. W. COWARD THAT A PLEASANT POVERTY IS TO BE PREFERRED BEFORE .. RICHES by ABRAHAM COWLEY |