ll hail the Muse of Poetry,
The spark that gives us light;
The gleam of inspiration that
Can make dull darkness bright!
In vain we seek for our next poem,
Frustrate our weary minds;
But when the Muse, unlooked for, comes,
What buried gold she finds!
And when we try to write without
The Muse's inspiration,
We find our song's a harsh discord
And jars in intonation;
So write when Inspiration comes,
But never look too far;
Bad poems are sometimes from the heart,
But good ones always are.
(Monday,16th January,2006.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem