Great poets of ancient liturature
send forth to my hollow head a
Muse so I may inscribe on parchment of
love and despair,happiness and plague.O Keats
a sonnet would be easy for you sir
Dante! no gift from you, master of the
Inferno?Horace,lord of Odes, you too
have nothing for me? Ovid,Lord Bryan?
Homer,Vergil,Boccaccio...nothing from you?
Dear Shakespeare 'tis your poetry! give
onto me the graceful power of your
ability.You too deny a
muse to me? O ancients your follower sees
O irony my muse implanted in
my prayer! Thank you gracious ones! I
am glad the ancient poets watch over me.