For those the gods have given prophesy or
Poetic verse, obedient servants they must
Be, sleepless nights of fevered fits, labours
By day, write to dawning light. O! Immortal
Muses, Ægis bearing daughters release
Thy armor of burnished bronze.
Celestial strains bathing in clear brook,
Tender timeless moments in evening light,
To dream in free or rhyming verse is blesséd
Burden, seductive refrains of “Homeric
Hymns,” steadfast words of ancient Attic
Ages, thy ambrosia is honey sweet.
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