Love And The Muse

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STRUCK down by Love in cruel mood,
  That I ever met Love I rued,
  Bleeding and bruised I lay,
Wet was my face as with the salt sea spray.

  A lovely Muse on sparkling wing
  A painless elemental thing,
  Free as bird did float,
Swift flames of song light leaping from her throat.

  And being more pitiful than Love
  Stooped glowing from her path above,
  And an unearthly kiss
Laid on my lips: Muse, answer, what is this?

  In dreams or drunkenness divine
  My life is all transfused with thine;
  Like bubbles swept along,
My tears dissolve on cataracts of song.

© Mathilde Blind