Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET TO ARISTE: 2, by ROBERT SOUTHEY

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First Line: Be his to court the muse, whose humble breast
Last Line: The warbling lute to sound the soul of love?
Subject(s): Courtship; Love; Muses; Sonnet (as Literary Form); Soul

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?

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