A PLAN THE MUSES ENTERTAINED
A PLAN the Muses entertain’d
Methodically to impart
To Psyche the poetic art;
Prosaic-pure her soul remain’d.
No wondrous sounds escaped her lyre
E’en in the fairest Summer night;
But Amor came with glance of fire,
The lesson soon was learn’d aright.
1827.*
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