ERATO, MUSE OF LYRICAL POETRY

ERATO

Her essence Earth's noblest verse illumines,
her beauty misty robes array;
the voice of the lonesome tree on the plain,
she braids into her crescent lay.


No form has she nor aspect ivory,
no vessel holds her boundless grace;
as a mystic light she stirs the breezes,
o'er laurel carpets glides apace.


She is the rose that melds into Day's skies;
the gilt that thro' the gloaming darts;
a cygnine fragment 'pon timeless oceans;
Dawn's glow nestled in foxgloves' hearts.


To poets, she speaks as sighs of the tide
when soft it o'er life's compass mulls,
shepherds' souls steeps in Zephyrus' hum
that daisies into slumber lulls.


Swish of silken garb her whisper echoes,
her laughter singing cascades loops;
to Apollo's bards her notes she accords,
to touch her smile fair Selene stoops.


Despair not, my kinfolk, all ye who seek
your long lost heartsong to reclaim;
the pilgrim's path thro' larkspur woods follow,
to dales where lilies speak her name.

© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: Erato, Muse of Lyrical Poetry

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Artist: Charles Meynier