"CALLIOPE", SONG FOR A DYING ART
Calliope, come sing for me,
I long to hear thy words depart.
Inspired song, I've longed to be
‘Er true, in lieu, Death's painless dart.
I stand, a king, pacing a throne,
Pondering points of tarnished crown.
‘Tis here I rule, a fool, alone,
My scepter, the tool of a clown.
Why does this dart, sting me but now,
While Time upholds a lined forehead?
As Love lays waste upon thy brow,
Alive, thou liest before me, dead.
Oh, canst thou, ‘least in dream of thee,
Calliope, come sing for me.
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy,
But dreams - of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die:
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 11-14-1999).]