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LOVE AND THE MUSE.
- STRUCK down by Love in cruel mood,
- That I ever met Love I rued,
- Bleeding and bruised I lay,
- Wet was my face as with the salt sea spray.
- A lovely Muse on sparkling wing
- A painless elemental thing,
- Free as bird did float,
- Swift flames of song light leaping from her throat.
- And being more pitiful than Love
- Stooped glowing from her path above,
- And an unearthly kiss
- Laid on my lips: Muse, answer, what is this?
- In dreams or drunkenness divine
- My life is all transfused with thine;
- Like bubbles swept along,
- My tears dissolve on cataracts of song.
