BE his to court the Muse, whose humble breast The glow of genius never could inspire; Who never, by the future song possest, Struck the bold strings, and waked the daring lyre. Let him invoke the Muses from their grove, Who never felt the inspiring touch of love. If I would sing how beauty's beamy blaze Thrills through the bosom at the lightning view, Or harp the high-ton'd hymn to virtue's praise, Where only from the minstrel praise is due, I would not court the Muse to prompt my lays, My Muse, Ariste, would be found in you! And need I court the goddess when I move The warbling lute to sound the soul of love? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MOSCOW by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON ANTIQUE JEWELER by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER ON VENUS ARISING FROM THE SEA by ANTIPATER OF SIDON UNCROWNED by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY VOLATUS TRIUMPHANS by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE ON THE SEA WALL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |