Plea to the Muse

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    Plea to the Muse
    Ever flowing toward the shore of eternity
    The effervescent sea of equanimity
    Longing to grasp the glints of sunlike ecstasy
    That is where you shall be
    Your mercies dropping in saccharin sympathy
    Come and let your glory cover me
    Touch me with artistic pity
    Drowning in dreams of ardent ebony
    Away from the maddening tyranny
    Infuse my inner being so freely
    Extracting all my mortal impurity
    Come to me, gently, lovingly
    Make me to fly, make me to see
    The radiance of artistic destiny

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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