“OKINDLYMuse! let not my weak tongue falterIn telling of this goodly company,Of their old piety and of their glee;But let a portion of ethereal dewFall on my head, and presently unmewMy soul; that I may dare, in wayfaring,To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing.”
“OKINDLYMuse! let not my weak tongue falterIn telling of this goodly company,Of their old piety and of their glee;But let a portion of ethereal dewFall on my head, and presently unmewMy soul; that I may dare, in wayfaring,To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing.”
“OKINDLYMuse! let not my weak tongue falterIn telling of this goodly company,Of their old piety and of their glee;But let a portion of ethereal dewFall on my head, and presently unmewMy soul; that I may dare, in wayfaring,To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing.”
“OKINDLYMuse! let not my weak tongue falterIn telling of this goodly company,Of their old piety and of their glee;But let a portion of ethereal dewFall on my head, and presently unmewMy soul; that I may dare, in wayfaring,To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing.”
“OKINDLYMuse! let not my weak tongue falter
In telling of this goodly company,
Of their old piety and of their glee;
But let a portion of ethereal dew
Fall on my head, and presently unmew
My soul; that I may dare, in wayfaring,
To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing.”
[Keats:Endymion.]