Tired Poet Seer Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The tired Poet Seer
Said ‘No,
Excuse me, '
And
The Muse frowned.

Knew
The Poet-Seer
That all moods of the Muse
And orders
Be obeyed.

Therefore
He rose
And sang
And lo! The waters
In the fountain
Rose and danced
Came the first verse
Then better and
Better!
The Muse! Ah! the Muse!
By which
The Poet-Seer learned
That however down you be
When you have a majesty
Aiding you
You will win too
And
You yourself can make that
Winning majesty!