O Beauty! O Loveliness most divine!
How could I ever to a summer's day
Compare thee? I cannot, for words decline
To scale such heavenly heights; they fall away.
The stars that are your eyes so brightly shine,
Illuminating everything in sight.
To your celestial face I bow and pray:
Return to me, reverse your hurried flight!
For I cannot go on with you away.
You tell me what to write, and how, and when.
You're this poor poet's only true delight;
You instill strength and courage into my pen.
O Muse, please hear this humble prayer of mine,
I only wish to worship you again.
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