 | Musa Verticordia |  |
107
COLOPHON
While invention holds the session,
Who so blithe as I?
After, comes the deep depression,
All is vacancy.
Who so blithe as I?
After, comes the deep depression,
All is vacancy.
Then the spirits that I mustered
Shrink to secret cells,
Then the flowers that I clustered
Cease to weave their spells.
Shrink to secret cells,
Then the flowers that I clustered
Cease to weave their spells.
No more God converses;
I am left alone;
Earth, with all her curses,
Grinds me, like a stone.
I am left alone;
Earth, with all her curses,
Grinds me, like a stone.
| Musa Verticordia | |