TO THE MUSES
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
- HETHER
on Ida's shady brow
- Or in the chambers of the East,
- The chambers of the Sun, that now
- From ancient melody have ceased;
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- Whether in heaven ye wander fair,
- Or the green corners of the earth,
- Or the blue regions of the air
- Where the melodious winds have birth;
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- Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
- Beneath the bosom of the sea,
- Wandering in many a coral grove;
- Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;
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- How have you left the ancient love
- That bards of old enjoy'd in you!
- The languid strings do scarcely move,
- The sound is forced, the notes are few.
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