Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

An Hymn To The Muses - Poem by Robert Herrick

Honour to you who sit
Near to the well of wit,
And drink your fill of it!

Glory and worship be
To you, sweet Maids, thrice three,
Who still inspire me;

And teach me how to sing
Unto the lyric string,
My measures ravishing!

Then, while I sing your praise,
My priest-hood crown with bays
Green to the end of days!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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