ARISE, MY MUSE
by John T. Baker
Arise, my Muse, ascend anew
To Heaven's heights where once you flew
On gossamer translucent wings
To feast on dreams and scan such things
As none but gods may safely do.

How pale the firmament since you
Have lain at rest!  Come now re-woo
The fading stars, refresh the springs.
Arise, my Muse.

Inform me not you've bade adieu
To pleasures you did long pursue
At my behest!  Such prospect stings
This selfish soul and straightway brings
Again the exhortation to
Arise, my Muse!

by John T. Baker