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INVOCATION.
I summon thee, I summon thee,
From thy home, sweet spirit of Poesy!
Whether it be in the azure air,
'Mid the clouds that float in their beauty there;
In the lonely glen, or the greenwood bower,
With the laughing sunbeam, or blushing flower;
Or far away on thy own lov'd mountain,
By the waves of the bright Castalian fountain,
I summon thee, I summon thee,
To do my bidding, sweet Poesy!
From thy home, sweet spirit of Poesy!
Whether it be in the azure air,
'Mid the clouds that float in their beauty there;
In the lonely glen, or the greenwood bower,
With the laughing sunbeam, or blushing flower;
Or far away on thy own lov'd mountain,
By the waves of the bright Castalian fountain,
I summon thee, I summon thee,
To do my bidding, sweet Poesy!
Come, and awake with thy touch of fire,
The tones that slumber upon my lyre;
Guide thou my fingers the chords along,
Rouse with thy presence the voice of song;
Aid me a tribute of love to pay,
A votive garland of many a lay!
The tones that slumber upon my lyre;
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Rouse with thy presence the voice of song;
Aid me a tribute of love to pay,
A votive garland of many a lay!
I summon thee, I summon thee,
To do my bidding, sweet Poesy!
Fain would I win (love's dearest prize),
Glances of pleasure from gentle eyes;—
Weave thou the spells of thy mystic art,
A magic charm to each verse impart,
And love's best benison shall be
Thy guerdon, divinest Poesy!
To do my bidding, sweet Poesy!
Fain would I win (love's dearest prize),
Glances of pleasure from gentle eyes;—
Weave thou the spells of thy mystic art,
A magic charm to each verse impart,
And love's best benison shall be
Thy guerdon, divinest Poesy!
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