Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO EUTERPE, by EMILY BLANCHE MANN GROBY


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TO EUTERPE, by                    
First Line: Sweet goddess, when your songs come drifting down
Last Line: And words are luminous pearls from your tender mouth.
Subject(s): Euterpe (goddess); Music & Musicians


Sweet goddess, when your songs come drifting down
From that high hill where you so long have dwelt,
Give, I pray, some warning, -- that I may melt
This ice about my heart or weave a crown
Of flowers for your brow or at your feet
Lay tribute upon tribute of my love.
So shall I know a bliss like that above
And joy or sorrow shall be passing sweet.

No threads of gold that gleam upon your hair
Or silver wrung from out a valiant heart
Can equal this: ever you form a part
Of sweet-songed-ecstasy descending there;
Simply you move, as soft wind from the south,
And words are luminous pearls from your tender mouth.





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