To the Muses
1 Whether on Ida's shady brow,
2 Or in the chambers of the East,
3 The chambers of the sun, that now
4 From ancient melody have ceas'd;
5 Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair,
6 Or the green corners of the earth,
7 Or the blue regions of the air,
8 Where the melodious winds have birth;
9 Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
10 Beneath the bosom of the sea
11 Wand'ring in many a coral grove,
12 Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!
13 How have you left the ancient love
14 That bards of old enjoy'd in you!
15 The languid strings do scarcely move!
16 The sound is forc'd, the notes are few!
2 Or in the chambers of the East,
3 The chambers of the sun, that now
4 From ancient melody have ceas'd;
5 Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair,
6 Or the green corners of the earth,
7 Or the blue regions of the air,
8 Where the melodious winds have birth;
9 Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
10 Beneath the bosom of the sea
11 Wand'ring in many a coral grove,
12 Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!
13 How have you left the ancient love
14 That bards of old enjoy'd in you!
15 The languid strings do scarcely move!
16 The sound is forc'd, the notes are few!
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SImple poem, not as layered
SImple poem, not as layered as most other Blake poems. But its also leaving a deeply personal feel. Is Blake laying bare his own worries, his own reservations about his art? A near-confessional flavor, groping toward a catharsis that seems just out of reach.
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