To the Muses

By William Blake

1757-1827

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;

Whether in heaven ye wander fair,
         Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air
         Where the melodious winds have birth;

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
         Beneath the bosom of the sea,
Wandering in many a coral grove;
         Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;

How have you left the ancient love
         That bards of old enjoy'd in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move,
         The sound is forced, the notes are few.

DayPoems Poem No. 435
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