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THE MUSE 
 
O THOU who art throned by the well 
 That feeds the celestial streams !   
O daughter of heaven and hell !   
 O mother of magical dreams !   
O sister of me as I sit 
 At thy feet by the mystical well 
And dream with the web of my wit 
 Of the marriage of heaven and hell !   
 
 
O thou who art mad with the Muse 
 That delights in the beauty of form !   
O desire of the dream of the dews !   
 O Valkyrie astride of the storm !   
I am thine as we ride on the blast 
 To exult in the mystical Muse, 
As there drip on the desert at last 
 The immaculate Delian dews. 
 
 
I am thine, I am thine, I am thine— 
 How it slashes the skies as a sword !