<A Blake>
<T To the Muses>
<V 1>
Whether on Ida's shady brow,
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceased:
<V 2>
Whether in Heaven ye wander fair,
Or in the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air,
Where the melodious winds have birth;
<V 3>
Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom of the sea
Wandering in many a coral grove,
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!
<V 4>
How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoyed in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move!
The sound is forced, the notes are few!