Audio Recording by Bob González, rhapsode
To the Muses
by William Blake
Whether on Ida's shady brow,
Or in the chambers
of the East,
The chambers of the sun, that now
From ancient
melody have ceas'd;
Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair,
Or the green
corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air,
Where the
melodious winds have birth;
Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom
of the sea
Wand'ring in many a coral grove,
Fair Nine,
forsaking Poetry!
How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old
enjoy'd in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move!
The sound is forc'd,
the notes are few!
Poem-a-Day for National Poetry Month page on the Internet Archive.
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