O Muse that, in my days of youth, I, Penrhyn, sought in field and wood, Once more, with thee as mentor good, In verse I'd mirror nature's truth. On distant seas, in alien lands, Long wont to roam, I knew thee not; Almost thine accents I forgot, The ministrations of thy hands. But now once more, the clouds among, Goddess, thy flight I hear thee winging; Knight-errant I, whom thy sweet singing Lures to the fairy-land of song. Help thou my thought, guide thou my hand, That I no idle thing may write; Bless thou the song I now indite -- My wanderings over sea and land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: ANTON SOSNOWSKI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG |