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...BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG LOVES ADVENTURE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A ROOF IS GOOD by MARY CRUMP BOULDIN ODE ON THE DEPARTED REGENCY BILL by ROBERT BURNS A HORRID AND BARBAROUS ROBBERY by JOHN BYROM THE ASPIRATION by RHYS CARPENTER THE MIXED ASSEMBLY by JOHN CLEVELAND |