Muse of mine I cannot hold you now
I cannot keep you ever in my sight
Infrequent thing, you crease my worried brow
When you flee quietly into the night
I need you by my side through every day
Not fleeting aid when strange fancy alights
But oh nights when your pity goes my way
We rise ourselves...
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