MUSE.
Will Love again awake,
That lies asleep so long?
POET.
O hush! ye tongues that shake
The drowsy night with song.
MUSE.
It is a lady fair
Whom once he deigned to praise,
That at the door doth dare
Her sad complaint to raise.
POET.
She must be fair of face,
As bold of heart she seems,
If she would match her grace
With the delight of dreams.
MUSE.
Her beauty would surprise
Gazers on Autumn eves,
Who watched the broad moon rise
Upon the scattered sheaves.
POET.
O sweet must be the voice
He shall descend to hear,
Who doth in Heaven rejoice
His most enchanted ear.
MUSE.
The smile, that rests to play
Upon her lip, foretells
What musical array
Tricks her sweet syllables
POET.
And yet her smiles have danced
In vain, if her discourse
Win not the soul entranced
In divine intercourse.
MUSE.
She will encounter all
This trial without shame,
Her eyes men Beauty call,
And Wisdom is her name.
POET.
Throw back the portals then,
Ye guards, your watch that keep,
Love will awake again
That lay so long asleep.