Euterpe! Espouse me ! inspire
My life looking up to Thy lyre!
Of thy love, thine alone, am I fain!
Be with me, possess me, reveal me the melodies never
yet given to men.
The starry and heavenly wheels,
The earth and her glorious dye,
The light that the darkness reveals,
The river, the sea, and the sky;
All nature, or joyful or dire,
Life, death, let them throng to the lyre,
All sealed with the marvellous seals !
Let them live in my sob, let them love in my song,
let them even be I!
Let me in most various song
Be seasons, be rivers that roll,
Be stars, the untameable throng,
All parts of the ultimate whole;
All nature in various attire
Be woven to one tune of the lyre,
One tune where a million belong—
Multitudinous murmur and moan, melodious, one
soul with my soul!
One soul with the wail of distress
The ravished Persephone flung;
One soul with the song of success,
Demeter’s, that found her and sung;
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