[Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary | ||
TO THE MUSE.
Phantoms come and crowd me thick,
And my heart is sick, so sick;
Kindness no more refresh
Brain nor body, mind nor flesh.
Good Muse, sweet Muse, comfort me
With thy heavenly company.
And my heart is sick, so sick;
Kindness no more refresh
Brain nor body, mind nor flesh.
Good Muse, sweet Muse, comfort me
With thy heavenly company.
Thieves beset me on my way,
Day and night and night and day,
Stealing all the lovely light
That did make my dreams so bright.
Good Muse, sweet Muse, hide my treasures
High among immortal pleasures.
Day and night and night and day,
Stealing all the lovely light
That did make my dreams so bright.
Good Muse, sweet Muse, hide my treasures
High among immortal pleasures.
Friendship's watch is weary grown,
And I lie alone, alone;
Love against me flower-like closes,
Blushing, opening toward the roses.
Good Muse, sweet Muse, keep my friend
To the sad and sunless end.
And I lie alone, alone;
Love against me flower-like closes,
Blushing, opening toward the roses.
Good Muse, sweet Muse, keep my friend
To the sad and sunless end.
Oh, the darkness of the estate
Where I, stript and bleeding, wait,
Torn with thorns and with wild woe,
In my house of dust so low
Good Muse, sweet Muse, make my faith
Strong to triumph over death.
Where I, stript and bleeding, wait,
Torn with thorns and with wild woe,
In my house of dust so low
Good Muse, sweet Muse, make my faith
Strong to triumph over death.
Rock me both at morns and eves
In a cradle lined with leaves—
Light as winds that stir the willows
Stir my hard and heavy pillows.
Good Muse, sweet Muse, rock me soft,
Till my thoughts soar all aloft.
In a cradle lined with leaves—
Light as winds that stir the willows
Stir my hard and heavy pillows.
Good Muse, sweet Muse, rock me soft,
Till my thoughts soar all aloft.
Seal my eyes from earthly things
With the shadow of thy wings,
Fill with songs the wildering spaces,
Till I see the old, old faces,
Rise forever, on forever—
Good Muse, sweet Muse, leave me never.
With the shadow of thy wings,
Fill with songs the wildering spaces,
Till I see the old, old faces,
Rise forever, on forever—
Good Muse, sweet Muse, leave me never.
[Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary | ||