SCHERZO.When, as a boy, I wentTo study in the Muses’ school,One of them came to me, and tookMe by the hand, and all that day,She through the work-shop led me graciously,The mysteries of the craft to see.She guided meThrough every part,And showed me allThe instruments of art,And did their uses all rehearse,In works alike of prose and verse.I looked, and paused awhile,Then asked: “O Muse, where is the file?”“The file is out of order, friend, and weNow do without it,” answered she.“But, to repair it, then, have you no care?”“Weshould, indeed, but have no time to spare.”
When, as a boy, I wentTo study in the Muses’ school,One of them came to me, and tookMe by the hand, and all that day,She through the work-shop led me graciously,The mysteries of the craft to see.She guided meThrough every part,And showed me allThe instruments of art,And did their uses all rehearse,In works alike of prose and verse.I looked, and paused awhile,Then asked: “O Muse, where is the file?”“The file is out of order, friend, and weNow do without it,” answered she.“But, to repair it, then, have you no care?”“Weshould, indeed, but have no time to spare.”