MY DESIRE.
I.O that the gentle Muse would stir my brain,And give expressive words for me to pen.Would put in verse great thoughts born to remain,A wondrous poem prized by Englishmen.II.O that before I leave this frail abode,And talents granted me have passed to clay,Would that I, too, could claim that I’d bestowed,Like poets great, a work that lives for aye.T. G. W. H.
I.O that the gentle Muse would stir my brain,And give expressive words for me to pen.Would put in verse great thoughts born to remain,A wondrous poem prized by Englishmen.II.O that before I leave this frail abode,And talents granted me have passed to clay,Would that I, too, could claim that I’d bestowed,Like poets great, a work that lives for aye.T. G. W. H.
I.
I.
O that the gentle Muse would stir my brain,And give expressive words for me to pen.Would put in verse great thoughts born to remain,A wondrous poem prized by Englishmen.
O that the gentle Muse would stir my brain,
And give expressive words for me to pen.
Would put in verse great thoughts born to remain,
A wondrous poem prized by Englishmen.
II.
II.
O that before I leave this frail abode,And talents granted me have passed to clay,Would that I, too, could claim that I’d bestowed,Like poets great, a work that lives for aye.
O that before I leave this frail abode,
And talents granted me have passed to clay,
Would that I, too, could claim that I’d bestowed,
Like poets great, a work that lives for aye.
T. G. W. H.
T. G. W. H.