A Picture of the Muses

In an empty room upstairs,
While the sunshine dozes lonely
And on summer evening airs
Time is heard in rumours only,
Still unframed, my mother's " Muses"
In their world of dawn and roses
Reinvoke an old idyllic
Rapture that my life now loses.

Long ago the flush of day-break
Bloomed beyond those calm shapes pacing.
Now, in empty room and evening,
I, that grievening vision facing,
Stand in memory's moment halted,
By my dreams no more exalted.
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