The god of music heard my fervent prayers,
More beautiful than any man he looked;
I dared not want him yet like needing air,
I still besought him while my body shook.
Let all take note that who attempts is glad,
For when I asked of him he asked the same.
And then he said, ah here's my handsome lad,
He held my cheek and sweetly asked my name.
I begged him to unlock the secret song.
He bade me stand and took me in his arms,
And instantly to him did I belong
For more than songs and divination charms.
Is this the thought upon the godly brow
That though eternal thinks of only now?
A place for my poems 