Author Thomas Moore Hither, gentle Muse of mine, Come and teach thy votary oldMany a golden hymn divine, For the nymph with vest of gold.Pretty nymph, of tender age, Fair thy silky looks unfold;Listen to a hoary sage, Sweetest maid with vest of gold! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments