Aid Me My Muse, My Mind Instill Comments

A beautiful poem with an appropriate caption. 'What gifts, my Muse, will enchanting procure Your gracious favors to my anxious self Make your scepter yield with wanton hand And of your ordinance soften the content? ' - Loved these concluding lines.

You appeal to the Muse with unabashed familiarity - you do nothing demeaning or unfair to the other seekers or to her. B-U-T there is an urgency under the floor. It is a character rescued from mediocrity, from the false dreams of Mordred and others that she arouses, One who can be a true heir of a King, he is willing to both carry the weight and set it downfor someone else to carry. It is necessary to share the negative as well as the positive. We are poets, not redeemers. We share the burden as well as the glory. Ours is never a lonely life because over thr next hill live other poets, and in the next life we will be transformed into angels.