O Muse!

Let it be said, O Muse of mine,

That long have I searched for your presence

In each dusted book, and each bottle of wine

And your favor, how it evaded and left me to pine,

'Tis a long, cold winter, O Muse of mine

    But might the summer sun shine

And the birds share their song

A world without you, O Muse of mine,

Is a world in which I cannot -- undeniably -- belong

    O Muse! O the Angels in Heaven above!

What grand deed must I fulfill

That might win me your love?

O Muse! Might you hold me

And cradle my frame

Do the same with my mind

I will promise no less

Than to respond in kind

    Alas, O Muse of mine, I am foolish at best

All these wishes and requests

Would be best put to rest

    I've my life and You've yours

I'll abandon all hope 

As I've done countless times before

Turning blind eye to the sun

For, O Muse of mine, it may shine ne'er more